Bankrupt Visa
Now you don't know where your money's gone
Where my money's gone, gone
And you's a credit card feeder
No we be broke, you cussing now
Turning tables round
Biggie, Biggie, Ching, Ching
Wicked little girl tryin'a bribe me a favour
Flip a card, see a number, cheater
Black Jack flip 'em up
The dollar sign is fading away, is fading away
Tell me 'cause my hands feel sweaty and guilty
Throw the fish back into the pond
And the cards ain't matching the beating
Can't afford if I had it all
Bankrupt Visa
Now you don't know where your money's gone
Where my money's gone, gone
And you's a credit card feeder
No we be broke, you cussing now
Turning tables round
Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo
I been walking on the moon and time is ticking, ticking, ticking
I'm awake over mars, zipping $100 wine
Even if the Bible says, I've been drinking 808's
Tell me 'cause my hands feel sweaty and guilty
Throw the fish back into the pond
And the cards ain't matching the beating
Shot a hole right through my lungs
Bankrupt Visa
Now you don't know where your money's gone
Where my money's gone, gone
And you's a credit card feeder
No we be broke, you cussing now
Turning tables round
Tables turning around my way
Smoke machines and I'm gambling
Tables turning, don't come my way
Walk my moon days and
So get me to-get-get-get-gether now
So get me, get me together now, now, now
I work my 9 to 5 shift, making dollars
My mother taught me well, well, well
Bankrupt Visa
Now you don't know where your money's gone
Where my money's gone, gone
And you's a credit card feeder
No we be broke, you cussing now
Turning tables round