Hello nightlife, my old friend

I've come to ball with you again

Because a bassline softly creeping

Woke the city that was sleeping

And the rhythm that is pumping in my veins

Still remains

Within the sound of spending

In Prada boots I walked alone

On dance floors made of gold and stone

'Neath the halo of the disco light

I turned my collar to the night

When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of cameras lit

That’s the fit

And touched the sound of spending

And in the strobe light I saw

Ten thousand bottles, maybe more

People dancing without speaking

People grinding, floors are creaking

People dropping cash on things that haters never share

No one cares

Disturb the sound of spending

"Fools," said I, "You do not know

Watch the bank account just grow

Hear my words that I might teach you

Throw it back so I can reach you"

But the heavy bass just fell like summer rain

Numbs the pain

Inside the sound of spending

And the people bowed and prayed

To the money that we made

And the DJ shouted warning

We ain't leaving till the morning

And the sign said, "The words of richness are written on the VIP walls

And bathroom stalls"

We are the big time spenders