Written by: Justin Robbins

What's your pleasure what's your need,
Just wish it and ill fulfill the deed
Whatever you want, I don’t care what it is,
Maybe someone's wife and the pleasure that’s his
Money power there all so lame
Think off what you can have just play my game
Give me your soul that’s the cost
Ill make your miseries seem like there lost
Ill give you gold high as a hill
Just wish it son I will fulfill
What can you dream can you conceive
What I can give you all you have to do is believe