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Damion:
Now check the cash flow,
Cash goes back and forth like my afro.
Anti-social capitalism. Globalisation,
Ask any nation, mask your frustration,
Prescribe the pills to still the desperation.
Feeling like an animal,
This money’s got me turning stone cold.
Old and alone but I got my money at home,
So I don’t need a call on the phone.
Can’t you see, that this money’s got the best of the best of me.
And the rest of me is the recipe cause it’s all for me.
All these money hungry mentalities disgusting me.
Can’t just be me, trust me, cause the way I see it:
I just take what I need, get what I deserve,
Return what I owe, the rest is all for the birds yo!
Part of the recipe is my money’s gonna rest with me, when I rest in peace.
Please don’t forget to write all of them cheques to me,
Cause that’s my cash.
That’s why I’m building up my stash.
You are not smoking up my hash, you wisecrack,
My money’s mine, goodbye, ha!
People are slaves, betray and wage war for dough.
The further down the line, the less you hear or know.
You could erase an enemy if you’ve got more green,
Cause people forget their names when they hear ka-ching!
Ka-ching, ka-ching yo!
Money’s my favourite thing bro.
Even though we know it kills though,
We’re not sore: money for bullets for war,
War for bullets for money for more money,
Money for bullets for more war.
But what’s more, our strange ways,
We could keep this up for days, and days, and days, and days.
The spiral in which we plummet:
Waging war for money, to wage war some more.
But no worries, we all know this story has a cause:
We reap what we sow, knee deep in our flaws.
Hold your drawers!
Why would you even consider to pause?
Do not reevaluate, you’re great!
People don’t hate a paper chaser,
So chase the paper, player.
Forget about your momma’s praise,
Forget about your daddy’s ways,
Your soul is wasted, waste away!
Nik:
Money, makes me scream real loud
Cause I love it, yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah!
Fun for five dollars and freedom for free.
Sex for fifty bucks, for you, me and for me.
I pay for my seed and I pay for good deeds,
I get paid for my freedom, for me and for me and for me and for me and for me.
And get naked on the floor,
And get naked on the floor,
And get naked on the floor.
Oh Lord!
(Spend all your money on me.)
Credits
Nik van den Berg: vocals and bass
Damion Grey: vocals
Lars van Zanten: guitars
Richie Bleijenberg: drums
Words and music by Nik van den Berg, Richie Bleijenberg, Damion Grey, Martin Verheesen and Lars van Zanten
Produced by Martin Verheesen
Recorded at Erasmus Studio Zoetermeer and Musicfront Studio Zoetermeer by Bram Bol and Martin Verheesen
Engineered, mixed and mastered by Bram Bol at Bram’s place
Additional vocals by Sacha de Bruin
Artwork and photography: Martin Verheesen and Karel van Laere
Released on March 31st, 2011
Video created by Karel van Laere
Video edited by Ralph Kooijman, Peter Missotten and Karel van Laere
A&R Management by Ivar Pijper
Thanks to: Café De Vaart, Willem Olthof, Harry van Stegeren and Niels de Fockert.
Additional track: Born This Way.