Oh, big money,
Please make me a millionaire, or even just a dollionaire
Six coins in the slot and I'm ready to win,
Like kissing the dice before letting them rip
I roll 'em tough and wide, much like a Vegas blunt
I spark 'em as they hit me but I won't break twenty one
Pick the right deal, fuck that fortune wheel,
Zero is not a number to spin for

Stalking the shallow end in this sea of mean machines
A fistful of cash, dollar signs filling up watered eyes
The beast aquaints his teeth with his new meat
Eager to greet all six faces upon infinite tosses
Too slick for paying the debt and facing his losses
That's what I call "going for the kill" Yeah boy

Remove all of their advantages
Bluff your way through the current hand, then dominate!

Try to ride that wave, breaking as it peaks, to a shore of gold
Then again, success is only four flushes away from the royal ocean