Verse 1

Fresh white tee, dark coat, silver on my wrist

You walk in like the room was waiting for this

Phone lights up, little green line climbing high

We toast to the night, let the numbers fly

Pre-Chorus

One more round, then we’re out that door

Your red-soled shoes keep time on the floor

Chorus

Bitcoin, big night, we’re dressed to arrive

City’s got a pulse and we’re right in its stride

Bitcoin, good friends, the whole crew in view

Sharp in the fit, with a plan coming through

Hey, hey, let the good times roll

Hey, hey, keep a little gold

Verse 2

Midnight blue jacket, clean-cut seam