If time is money Then shit son I must be flat broke Cause I got no money And I got no such time to sweat it Mind drives the mass As long as it could carry the load But how long could a broken mind keep driving steady You do the math I could count the seconds Til i'm about to break Alright Got no money but I'm filthy rich with love Death wants me to cash out But I overdrew my luck I'm my own guardian angel I could count the seconds Til i'm about to break Come on count it with me 5-4-7-8 I'm about to break