MASSIL IA - Coin in My Palm

One more night, and the pocket come through.
Make that money, my friend, make that money again.
Keep it close, keep it real, keep it flowing in the air.
Make that money, my friend, we gonna rise from the sand.
Side by side, chest high, we gonna count it like a band.
If the world turns cold, we stay warm in our stride.
If the gates stay shut, we find a hole and slide.
No envy in my blood, no fear in your eyes.