Текст песни
Midnight lights and the floor so cold,
Black shades on, but the chains still glow,
Backdoor deal in the VIP zone,
Whispers in the dark while the bass drum rolls.
Stacks in the bag, no cash, just codes,
Digits on the screen make the numbers explode,
Wallet on the chain, never losing control,
Flipping every red candle to a pot of gold.
Low key in the booth, eyes on the door,
Every tap on the phone makes the balance soar,
If the block gets hot, we just move offshore,
Turn the night into profit, then we come back for more.
In the club with the Bitcoin, lights flash, we don’t blink,
On-chain money in the shadow, too deep, we don’t sink,
ETH in the ledger, soul in the drink,
Dance with the risk on the edge of the brink.
Bassline heavy when the market goes wild,
Bears in the back, but the bulls in style,
BPM low, but the heat so vile,
Turn another black night to a bright new file.
QR codes on the wall like art,
Scan one time, whole deal kick-start,
No bank notes when the beat hits hard,
Only blockchain keys and a cold steel heart.
Neon smoke when the floor gets packed,
Liquid on the chart, but the gains stay stacked,
Short that fear, let the greed fight back,
Every drop in the price is a chance to attack.
Low key in the booth, eyes on the door,
Every tap on the phone makes the balance soar,
If the block gets hot, we just move offshore,
Turn the night into profit, then we come back for more.
In the club with the Bitcoin, lights flash, we don’t blink,
On-chain money in the shadow, too deep, we don’t sink,
ETH in the ledger, soul in the drink,
Dance with the risk on the edge of the brink.
Sunrise close but the floor still shakes,
Deep bass running while the old world breaks,
New rich written in the code we make,
Leave the club with a bag that the banks can’t take.
