Invisible Money

^{[The song begins similar to Pink floyd’s Money with the sound of a modernized “chu Ching!”.]}

living my life on invisible money.
where I go, my mind don’t know.
I follow my heart, my honey.
I get low on funds,
it ain’t funny.

I grab that card, trumping reality—
both hands to make some magic,
Magic money, invisible duality.

This ain’t no
do goody good bulls***;
it’s a motherfucking hit.

Chorus:

I’m a plastic girl
in a plastic world.

Discover, visa, pay…
I play
your MasterCard.

Hard plastic, it’s elastic—
my demand.

I’ll make you surge
with my hand—
swipe you the right way.

Swipe, Swipe, Swipe (motherfuckers.)

living my life on invisible money.
where I go, my mind don’t know.
I follow my heart, my honey.
I get low on funds,
it’s kinda funny (laugh.)

So I call you, my tinder tender—
we burn the cash and pay in ash—
there’s money in the air, everywhere
invisible money and my credit sender (someone says “oh”.)

This ain’t no
do goody good bulls***;
it’s a motherfucking hit.

Chorus:

I’m a plastic girl
in a plastic world.

Discover, visa, pay…
I play
your MasterCard.

Hard plastic, it’s elastic—
my demand.

I’ll make you surge
with my hand—
swipe you the right way.

Swipe, Swipe, Swipe (motherfuckers.)

living my life on invisible money.
where I go, my mind don’t know.
I follow my heart, my honey.
I get low on funds,
it ain’t funny (laugh anyways.)

So I do laundray, clean money in the air,
minting it, make it rain, call me, Danaë.
Beautiful, clean, debtsy art
no care, now here

This ain’t no
do goody good bulls***;
it’s a motherfucking hit.

Chorus:

I’m a plastic girl
in a plastic world.

Discover, visa, pay…
I play
your MasterCard.

Hard plastic, it’s elastic—
my demand.

I’ll make you surge
with my hand—
swipe you the right way.
Swipe, Swipe, Swipe (motherfuckers.)

Oh Swipe, Swipe…

^{Written by Thomas Christopher Elliott and Adrienne Thompson
(I don’t think that we can claim copyright on this one. I’m not a lawyer though.)}