[Intro – Cash Counting + Thunder]
[Coins dropping on wood slowly]
Money got spirits too.
[808 crashes in]
Especially dirty money.
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[Verse 1]
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Voodoo economics underneath neon rain,
Whole city hustle through inherited pain.
Gold teeth grin while the rent still due,
Louisiana made survival a ritual.
Mon Dieu, my pockets got cemetery dust,
Every dollar smell slightly distrustful.
I’m from where the grandmères pray over checks,
And the dope boys wear crosses for protection.
Black card swipe like a séance trick,
Luxury still can’t silence stress.
I got floodwater trauma in designer denim,
Talk fly but the spirit still trembling.
My dawg said:
“Bro, rich people miserable too.”
I said:
“Yeah, they just suffer panoramic.”
Then poured bourbon over melting ice,
Like therapy in Southern disguise.
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[Hook – Choir + Brass]
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Voodoo economics tonight…
Everybody sellin’ pieces of they life.
Voodoo economics still…
Even success got spirits attached.
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[Verse 2]
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I’m from where the lights stay on through storms,
Because hustlers never really close shop.
Where old women hide cash in Bibles,
And intuition stronger than titles.
Flow got mildew and tax evasion humor,
Swamp-born swagger with funeral consumers.
I got alligator patience near the money pile,
Move calm while the envy get loud.
Shorty from New Iberia rolled her eyes,
Said:
“Cher, you romanticize hard times.”
I laughed:
“That’s just Southern survival.”
Then kissed her slow beside the headlights.
Truth is—
poverty haunt different down here.
It linger in speech patterns and fears.
That’s why even when the checks gigantic—
the soul still budget panic.
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[Bridge – Spoken + Organ]
Louisiana taught me:
wealth ain’t security.
It’s just better-decorated anxiety.
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Black candles burn beside the vault…
Every blessing got hidden costs.
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[Verse 3]
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Still…
I chase abundance carefully now.
Seen too many men get swallowed by appetite.
Seen ambition turn holy people hollow,
Like the swamp itself demanded payment.
So I keep gris-gris near the bankroll,
Protection from greed and empty goals.
Because money come fast and vanish faster—
but curses?
Them things generational.
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[Final Hook – Full Orchestra + Choir]
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Voodoo economics through the rain…
Louisiana wired our brains this way.
Voodoo economics still flow…
Black water underneath the gold.
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[Outro – Coins Spinning + Thunder]
[Coin stops spinning abruptly]
Down here…
every dollar got a ghost attached.
