Ill-Gotten Gains

Hello there, friend. How the fuck have you been?
 I know that it's been a long while.
 My soul still aint sold, even though it's worth gold,
 Cos' I'm holding out for a pile.
 Every time you meet me, you always greet me,
 With a smile behind grit teeth.
 But, man, I aint fooled. I know the pot is coo, l
 But the stove's still hot beneath.
 So go ahead and do what you gotta do.
 That's 3 for me, and none for you.
 On my behalf, you'd do the math the same...
 But you'll never get rich from your ill-gotten gains.
 I wish I knew who I was talking to,
 But with you, I don't know who to smack.
 If the roles were red, which face would you slap first?
 I bet the one that won't hit you back.
 The view is nice from my high horse, and I won't sail a course,
 Set by a mutineer.
 Because as quick as you came, you'll be gone just the same,
 Just like you were never here...
 So go ahead and do what you gotta do.
 That's 3 for me, and none for you.
 On my behalf, you'd do the math the same...
 But you'll never get rich from your ill-gotten gains.