- 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!