How Fast a Dollar Goes

My wallet's open, trying to find new bills, desperate need of homes

Never keep it closed, suppose it may be one day be overflowed

Built as a good shelter, built tough, but smooth with a felt touch

So new no rust, no rush but welcome hon, cause more money, more love

I've never seen Benjamin, motherfuckers really act like he exists

I count my account, no he's a myth, got a bigger chance spotting Bigfoot's dick

Money keeps on leaving, I needing new payments

Picking up pennies up off of the pavement

Keeping it green, but I'm lacking these faces

I'm trapped in the loop of just stacking and wasting

And I'mma need the money to keep on coming