(Intro)
Ka—ching!
Yeah, hear that ring?
Velvet lights, neon nights…
Swipe it, want it, buy it twice
(Verse 1)
Red soles tapping on the marble floor
Gold card burning, still I want more
Mirror says I’m doing just fine
But the price tag whispers, “Cross that line”
Perfume clouds in a borrowed town
Silk and chrome got me spinning around
Every window sings my name
Promise me heaven, bill me the pain
(Pre-Chorus)
Drums in my hips, desert heat
Snake-charmer rhythm under my feet
They sell desire in a shiny frame
Same old song, different name
(Chorus)
Ka-ching! goes the fantasy
Coins in my head like a melody
Buy my love in a luxury scene
If it sparkles, it must be me
Ka-ching! hear the register sing
Diamond dreams on a plastic string
Smile so wide, but my soul feels thin
Tell me—who’s winning when I’m all in?
(Verse 2)
Champagne laughs in a penthouse crowd
Everybody rich, everybody loud
We toast to things we don’t even need
Dressed-up hunger, designer greed
Postcard life with a filter glow
Perfect angles, nothing real to show
I dance all night to a borrowed beat
Still chasing gold on tired feet
(Pre-Chorus)
Hands in the air, hands on fire
Eastern strings pull me higher
Hypnotized by a flashing sign
“Limited time”—every time
(Chorus)
Ka-ching! goes the fantasy
Coins in my head like a melody
Buy my love in a luxury scene
If it sparkles, it must be me
Ka-ching! hear the register sing
Diamond dreams on a plastic string
Smile so wide, but my soul feels thin
Tell me—who’s winning when I’m all in?
(Bridge)
(Spoken / half-sung, playful & sharp)
If money talks, it’s screaming tonight
But it never says when it’s enough, right?
I tried to shop my way to free
Turns out freedom don’t come tax-free
(Middle Eastern–influenced breakdown)
Handclaps, low strings, hypnotic sway
Spin the truth till it fades away
(Final Chorus)
Ka-ching! let it echo loud
Paper crowns for the checkout crowd
We pay our hearts in monthly plans
Still empty palms, still empty hands
Ka-ching! yeah, I see the game
Different price, same old chain
I laugh it off, but I still feel the sting
Funny how everything costs—ka-ching!
(Outro)
Soft heels walking away from the shine
Pocket full of dreams, none of them mine
Ka-ching…
(Yeah, I heard you that time)
