I'm invincible in small denominations.
Out of sequence serials insure my protection
The combination lock is set;
The attaché is full of one hundred dollar stacks, all untraceable.
Under a black light true colors disappear.
An ultraviolet watermark reveals our deepest fears:
of all those greenbacks lost, your best laid plans gone south
with nothing in your hands and a pistol in your mouth.
With angel eyes on pyramids, in god we trust the president.
No plastic cards or cashiers check
We're turning green the blue, the white, the red.