- One, thank God.
Two, shoutout to all the HBCUs out there.
Three, lock up the officers that killed Breonna Taylor.
And four, make sure you go vote. 2 Chainz!
[Lyrics] Now shake your moneymaker
Don't let that money make ya
I shake that moneymaker
Don't let that money make ya
Oh, shake your moneymaker
Don't let that money make ya
Oh, shake that moneymaker
Don't let that money make ya, yeah, uh
Yeah, now shake that moneymaker
Don't let that money make ya
You know I come to date you
And I'll accommodate ya
I'll make you ...
I know your home lately
I turn your curly hair into that bone straightener
I make you moan, baby
It feel right, don't it
I know I'm wrong, baby
That pheromone fragrance
Can't miss no car payments
I kiss her earlobe
Like, what you doin' later
That Birkin alligator
Them lames agitate ya
I'm talkin' natural beauty
No makeup applicator
She say I killed the gushy
I seen the affidavit
She blew my cap off
Like I had graduated
The roof decapitated
The booth contaminated
Ayy, check my face card
I bet it's laminated
My jewelry carbonated
My yard a hundred acres
I'd like to nominate you
To roll my dice in Vegas
Now shake your moneymaker
Don't let that money make ya
I shake that moneymaker
Don't let that money make ya
Oh, shake your moneymaker
Don't let that money make ya
Oh, shake that moneymaker
Don't let that money make ya, yeah, uh
Giving you a piece of my love
Yeah It's waiting for you
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,
I don't do cap I don't do cap
I don't do yap I make it hap'
I don't wan' rap I just wan' tap
Then make it clap, blapp-blapp-blapp-blapp
Work [Indistinct] back, back-back-back-back
And now that ... fat, it used to be flat
What happened to that Then she made it blatt
She say, how it feel Well, it feel feel like facts
Then she start twerkin' This life a circus
You can ask Barnum You can ask Bailey
We don't need love We just need favors
Put that on repeat And don't change the station
Daddy ain't cheap And mama ain't basic
And mama agree that daddy the greatest
And all I could see is All I could see is
All I could see is I'm in the matrix
This ... a tummy acher
This ... a jumper cable
Girl, let my ... invade you Let's do it
Then let that ... escape you
Shake that moneymaker
Shake it lemon pepper
Like a salt shaker
Give me high blood pressure, yeah
- Many wonder how we do it.
How we could still rise in spite of our bodies
being Breonna-ed and Taylor made for boxes
never meant to be big enough to hold our breath.
I never expect them to understand
this type of ascension.
This dimension requires a Floyd-like fluorescence,
so in between their attempts and all of their attacks,
and everything we do to make our Black not crack,
the reality is that we do, and we bleed.
So this is a call to embrace every part of who we be,
and I know it may seem like these themes don't match,
but look, this is the fullness of what it means to be
Black, so from HBCU to BAFU, we will one-two
step and manifest a miracle in the face of outright murder.
This is why they call us magic
because we have shaken off more devils
than the average man can imagine.
So from street gutter hustler or mountaintop soul,
this is us seeing our pieces and loving ourselves whole.
[Lyrics]
Now shake your moneymaker
Don't let that money make ya
I shake that moneymaker
Don't let that money make ya
Oh, shake your moneymaker
Don't let that money make ya
Oh, shake that moneymaker
Don't let that money make ya, yeah, uh
Give you a piece of my love
It's waiting for you
Yeah Girl, it's true
- Shoutout to all the HBCUs out there.
- We Black!