Coin in My Palm

We've been broke too long, too long to stay still.
I read the room, you read the room,
And we both know the bill.
One more chance, then we move.
One more night, and the pocket come through.
Make that money, my friend, make that money again.
Keep it close, keep it real, keep it flowing in the air.
Make that money, my friend, we gonna rise from the sand.
Side by side, chest high, we gonna count it like a band.
If the world turns cold, we stay warm in our stride.
If the gates stay shut, we find a hole and slide.