[Intro: PXWER]
It's P
We gon' make money
We gon' take money
We go' make money
Or we gon' take money
We go' make money
Or we gon' take money
We go' make money
Or we gon' take it

[Verse 1]
I got roaches, nah really I got roaches
Cause niggas always smoking, niggas really be towing
As of late, I look more like him every day in this mirror
Hold up, how you want that face smacked? Nigga I don't hear ya
A good kid, only in my parent's eyes
Lil nigga running 'round to antagonise, I ain't listen
He eat your food, throw the plate, I ain't do the dishes
Dial for the link, give a fuck cause I don't know you bitches
I'm this ender with my madness kicking mad shit
Up for hours, writing these classics, I'm that sick
I'm bastard to these rappers, y'all don't father my style
Was born to go wild like a child who never smiled off this OG on the mic
I'm talking shit again, niggas know me
I'm 'bout this bread and this lettuce, niggas just baloney
You perpetrating, how you do it fool?
True to this shit, I'm in the booth like a super suit
I mean, "Ayo honey" (What?), "Where's my super suit?"
And If I can't pop, I'm underground like the sewers do
I come bearing these arms like Goro or the trooper dude
Always stand out, you just around like a hula-hoop
Nigga
Spit the flame, dump the beat in my own stores, right
I don't bang, but what's popping for the night?
They don't like how I talk shit when I'm on the mic
You niggas dyke, tough bitch in my sight, now pull your skirt up

[Pre-Chorus: PXWER]
Make money
Take money
We gon' make money
Or we gon' take money
We gon' make money
Or we gon' take money
We gon' make money
Or we gon' take it

[Chorus: PXWER]
Is it real, son, is it really real, son?
If it's really real son, then it's really real
Something I could feel, son, you load it up and kill one
You want it raw deal, son, is it really real?

[Verse 2: PXWER]
I say
"Hey, you, you not a challenge
When you spit, that applause be silent, fuck outta here"
Load a big clip up, leave a fuck nigga outta here
Or the snuff 'ling you like, grandma rocking chair
Sha in the physical, PXWER on my best day
5th dimension surfing when the booth get set ablaze
I'm top rhyming, you top ramen, two minute made
Sweet Christmas, he tried to hit me, but I been a Cage
Like fuck rapping, I'm bout to put this pencil through you
I want static like nigga I can't hear my bluetooth
I take it back like wave caps
You get thrown in the tide when King Arthur start pushing waves back

[Pre-Chorus: PXWER]
Make money
Take money
We gon' make money
Or we gon' take money
We gon' make money
Or we gon' take money
We gon' make money
Or we gon' take it

[Chorus: PXWER]
Is it real, son, is it really real, son?
If it's really real son, then it's really real
It's something I could feel, son, you load it up and kill one
You want it raw deal, son, is it really real?

Lemme hear it?

[Outro: Method Man + GZA]
Blackberry squeeze, bitch you a tease
Titties small, I got used to the squeeze
Fuck that shit, I'm through with this bitch
Oh yeah, please
Here, get the crease off these welfare cheese
And I could blow 50Gs overseas
I could blow 50Gs overseas
I do with the breeze if I ain't Pimp tease