Wishing Well

If we were the ones
With a million bucks, inside our palms
We wouldn't be
In this monotonous, 9 to 5 routine

[Draino]

I'd replace those five year old pants
Especially the ones that got chewed by my dog max
I'd buy a huge house, out in the sticks
Build a sick studio, fully equipped
Pack it full of hot chicks, (yeah ya think)
Nah they're for the Muph and Osinaka
Talented guys, I'd buy managers for
Buy my girl and automatic so she wouldn't have to panic
Whilst in traffic take drastic measures
By spreading my endeavors, to all all edges
Of this continent
Build hip hop stores, stocking Aussie content on all the floors
(sponsor tours to artists)
I'd give high scores, I'd live for the awesome roar
And encore of the crowd
Then lounge around, with a magical, irreversible
Upside down frown

(... scratching ..."Money")

(Chorus x 2)

[A-Love]

If I had lots of cash I'd buy a hundred pairs of shoes
(A-Love why, you've already got 42)
True, so perhaps a trip to Cuba
Sipping on pina colada
Dance and learn the salsa
Get a tan on my shoulders
Forget about the cold
Set up a studio concealed from the streets
Hijack Jel and No I.D to make my beats
Now I'm almost complete
But money's not my soul
All I stole was a smile
Listening to Heavenbound
Or a night on the tiles
All good, but I've got one more request
Do my best to run a corrupt election
Respect the indigenous
The arts and make hip hop the new religion
Goodbye Mr. Howard
And throw away the key

(... scratching ..."Money")

(Chorus x 2)