Liars gonna have you wronged;
right after you’ll weep and moan.
Gonna grift you.
Pryin’ out o’ you not loans;
pried you will then weep and moan,
a crying victim of crime.

[protracted moaning]

Swelled vault will have a money seep;
out the vault I’m gonna sweep—
that’s my grifting style.
I am gonna take it all;
It will be making you bawl,
a dough sting.

I will befriend you, then one day,
I’ll grab it in a scam.
Into your funds I’m gonna delve—
you’re a poor and ripped-off jerk;
with my wiles I’ll have beat you.

[protracted moaning]

Oh, if only you had stayed strong,
you’d not have had a fate that’s wrong.
Your guard was gone; you were conned.

You were flummoxed, in the dark;
the results were stark,
because you were taken.
Financial defeat
was what you would meet.
In a heartbeat, all my wiles were deployed.
I played you, then helped myself to your wealth.

Some crimes sure pay!

[protracted moaning]

Yeah, I was plyin’ all my stealth
to screw you out of your wealth…
scored and nipped your pile
of dough; in fact, I robbed you blind,
fooled you with my crime.

Am I a grifter, shady? Yeah!
Scored and off I fly.

[protracted moaning]