[Verse 1] Grandma said pray, I said “maybe later” Light bill due, I’m arguing with the waiter Pocket change jangle, pride on E Whole church broke but they passing that seat Suit and tie preacher in a foreign outside Talk about heaven while he selling my pride Boss man smiling, says “we a family” Till the clock hit five, then he forget about me [Chorus] All they see is dollar signs on my eyes Don’t care if I live, don’t care if I die Long as that cash keep coming on time World don’t love nothing but the bottom line All they hear is coins when I cry Turn my pain to a price, let it fly Say they feel me but I know that’s a lie World don’t love nothing but the bottom line (yeah) [Verse 2] Mama on the phone, talking ’bout her pills Insurance on hold, say “approve these bills” Man in a suit sipping coffee, chilling Got a bonus last year off denying our feelings Scroll my feed, see a war like a show Hit a link, buy merch, get a code for the clothes They sell fear, sell tears, sell hope in a can Got a tag on my soul, got a barcode on my hand (uh) [Chorus] All they see is dollar signs on my eyes Don’t care if I live, don’t care if I die Long as that cash keep coming on time World don’t love nothing but the bottom line All they hear is coins when I cry Turn my pain to a price, let it fly Say they feel me but I know that’s a lie World don’t love nothing but the bottom line (bottom line) [Bridge] Tell me what love cost, they’ll quote you a fee Tell me what truth worth, they’ll tax every belief They counting that green while we counting our scars They chasing receipts, we just reaching for God (yeah) [Chorus] All they see is dollar signs on my eyes Don’t care if I live, don’t care if I die Long as that cash keep coming on time World don’t love nothing but the bottom line All they hear is coins when I cry Turn my pain to a price, let it fly (let it fly) Say they feel me but I know that’s a lie World don’t love nothing but the bottom line

rap, Gritty Southern rap over swung trap drums and sub-heavy bass, male vocals with a half-raspy, half-spoken drawl. Verses stay tight and conversational with low synth pads and pitched-down ad-libs. Hook widens with layered chant vocals and a slightly brighter bell loop, kick hitting harder on every downbeat. Final chorus strips to drums and bass, then brings the full beat back for the last two lines., world

Dollar Signs on My Eyes