[Intro: Statik Selektah Scratches]
Make money, make money, money, money
Take money, take money, money, money
Make money, make money, money, money
Take money, take money, money, money
[Verse 1: KXNG Crooked]
I'm King Kong, this my theme song
With Sky on the hook, we touch Kareems Soul
Your team's on, homie dream on
In the movie 'bout pussies you play the lead role
Sensitive rapper, oh sensitive rappers
We meant to get active, we interact with killers and factors
We chillin' with trappers, we in the back with infamous jackers
And infinite clappers whips to the back
We get the shit crackin' exactly like that
The streets give me a hundred dollar credit
Keep it one hundred, nothin' sweet like a fuckin' diabetic
And Hip Hop ain't dead, but radio programmers should be
Fuck it, I just said it, nothing I regretted, unapologetic
This whole rap industry's like a survival quest
And the idiot sittin' behind the desk is your final test
First they'll censor you then tax you like the IRS
Jerk me for my money, you better buy a vest
You better have a iron chest
It's like a couple of pervs with ear fetishes
Fuck what you've heard, you're ear-relevant
Whether jugglin' birds or hustlin' words
For mathematics, we 'bout action, that's numbers and verbs
Yeah
Make money, make money, money, money
Take money, take money, money, money
Make money, make money, money, money
Take money, take money, money, money
[Verse 1: KXNG Crooked]
I'm King Kong, this my theme song
With Sky on the hook, we touch Kareems Soul
Your team's on, homie dream on
In the movie 'bout pussies you play the lead role
Sensitive rapper, oh sensitive rappers
We meant to get active, we interact with killers and factors
We chillin' with trappers, we in the back with infamous jackers
And infinite clappers whips to the back
We get the shit crackin' exactly like that
The streets give me a hundred dollar credit
Keep it one hundred, nothin' sweet like a fuckin' diabetic
And Hip Hop ain't dead, but radio programmers should be
Fuck it, I just said it, nothing I regretted, unapologetic
This whole rap industry's like a survival quest
And the idiot sittin' behind the desk is your final test
First they'll censor you then tax you like the IRS
Jerk me for my money, you better buy a vest
You better have a iron chest
It's like a couple of pervs with ear fetishes
Fuck what you've heard, you're ear-relevant
Whether jugglin' birds or hustlin' words
For mathematics, we 'bout action, that's numbers and verbs
Yeah
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