Woke up in the middle of the night, praying to God like
Don't let chasing money be my downfall.
About to disconnect my phone
So these bill collectors don't call.
Spent my last 4,000 playing Powerball
Now I can't sleep, exactly what happens after I lose it all
Feeling like I got tricked, inside my stomach feeling sick
Just another bleep, with dreams of being rich, living up the hill
Close to Oprah and Dr. Phil. But when the morning come
It's back to this nine to five, paycheck to paycheck
Like every other bleep, just trying to survive