Those diamonds won’t spend themselves
Sitting quiet on a shelf
Pulled them up from underground
Now they’re just lying around
You did the work, you made the find
Now it’s time to let it ride
Nothing here is built to stay
It moves away
What you hold is not your own
Just a stop along the road
Let it move, let it breathe
Set it free
Drop that moola (drop it down)
Let it move (pass it round)
What you mine is meant to flow
Not to sit, not to slow
Drop that moola (don’t hold tight)
Let it go (let it ride)
What you keep will never grow
Let it flow
Every stall, a different sound
Hands go up, deals go down
What you lose, someone will gain
Nothing here will stay the same
Take a look, then make a trade
Value shifts in what you’ve made
What you give will come back through
Not to you—but still from you
Round and round the current goes
No one keeps it, no one owns
In the drift, in the trade
Value’s made
Drop that moola (drop it down)
Let it move (pass it round)
What you mine is meant to flow
Not to sit, not to slow
Drop that moola (don’t hold tight)
Let it go (let it ride)
What you keep will never grow
Let it flow
Not forever—never was
That’s the beauty of it all
In the giving, in the gain
We remain
Drop that— (moola!)
Let it— (move!)
Pass it— (on now!)
Through and through
Drop that— (moola!)
Let it— (flow!)
You don’t keep it—
You just let it go
Drop that moola (drop it down)
Let it move (pass it round)
What you mine is meant to flow
That’s the rhythm that we know
Drop that moola (don’t hold tight)
Let it go (let it ride)
In the giving, watch it grow
Let it flow