One potential solution to the problem of being poor.
Lyrics
I've got a little problem
And it needs a quick fix
I've got no Lincolns or Benjamins
In my bag of tricks
Hired goons and creditors
They're all bangin' at my door
They're asking me for money
Of which I have no more
Clandestine burglary attempts
Are just not my forte
There's a WaMu down the corner
And I think it's in need of a good waylay
I'm gonna rob a bank today
Thursday's gonna be payday
I don't care what they say
Security better get out of my way
Hands up in the air
This gun ain't a fake
Don't you move, don't even dare
My sanity's at stake
College loans and cable bills
They're among my fiduciary ills
I just wanna live my life for free
And they just wanna make me a casualty
Being poor on the road to broke
Is causing my independence to choke
There's nothing left for me to do
A felony is about to ensue
So, I'm gonna commit a crime
And maybe do time
I hope I remember my invisibility cloak
I hope I remember my invisibility cloak
I'm gonna rob a bank today
Thursday's gonna be payday
I don't care what they say
Security better get out of my way
Hands up in the air
This gun ain't a fake
Don't you move, don't even dare
My sanity's at stake
Rob rob rob rob
Bank bank bank bank
Money money money money
Yeah yeah yeah yeah