Money Game, Pt. 2 Karaoke - Ren

This title is a cover of Money Game, Pt. 2 as made famous by Ren

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With backing vocals (with or without vocals in the KFN version)

Same as the original tempo: 98 BPM

In the same key as the original: Cm

The song begins a cappella

Duration: 03:42 - Preview at: 02:19

Release date: 2020
Genres: Rap & Hip-Hop, In English
Original songwriter: Ren Eryn Gill

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Lyrics Money Game, Pt. 2

Ah hmm
Ah hmm
Strange times we're livin' in
Panic and hysteria
Poor man learn the rich man don't care for ya
Narcissist mindsets spread like malaria
Sit back and watch the show
America
Britain split through fickle shit
A government of hypocrites
These counterfeit politicians sit in parliament
Not adequate
Needlessly bleedin' resources all dry
Turn a blind eye if it means a pay rise
Oh what a shame it would be I would die if Number Ten Downing Street burned in a fire
Only jokin', only messin'
Don't be stressin'
I'm a peaceful adolescent
There's no need to be unpleasant
Write my thesis in a rhyme scheme to analyze the brain
While my finger's on the trigger of a money game
Rain, rain, rain, rain
A storm it comes our way
And those who rise through distorted lies
Poisonin' the veins
But we like to point the blame blame, blame, blame
It's easier to blame
But point the mirror at ourselves
We're all part of this old money game
Ah hmm
This old money game
Ah hmm
This old
Money is a game and the ladder we climb turns a saint into a sinner with his finger in crime
I'll break it down for you motherfuckers line by line
This is business economics in a nursery rhyme
She sells seashells on a seashore but the value of these shells will fall
Due to the laws of supply and demand
No one wants to buy shells 'cos there's loads on the sand
Step one
You must create a sense of scarcity
Shells will sell much better if the people think they're rare you see
Bear with me
Take as many shells as you can find and hide 'em on an island
Stockpile 'em high until they're rarer than a diamond
Step two
You gotta make the people think that they want 'em
Really want 'em
Really fuckin' want 'em
Hit 'em like Bronson
Influencers
Product placement
Featured prime time entertainment
If you haven't got a shell then you're just a fuckin' waste man
Three, it's monopoly
Invest inside some property
Start a corporation
Make a logo, do it properly
Shells must sell
That will be your new philosophy
Swallow all your morals
They're a poor man's quality
Four
Expand, expand, expand
Clear forest, make land
Fresh blood on hand
Five, why just shells
Why limit yourself
She sells seashells
Sell oil as well
Six, guns, sell stocks
Sell diamonds, sell rocks
Sell water to a fish
Sell the time to a clock
Seven, press on the gas
Take your foot off the brakes then run to be the president of the United States
Eight, big smile mate, big wave
That's great
Now the truth is overrated
Tell lies out the gate
Nine, polarize the people
Controversy is the game
It don't matter if they hate you if they all say your name
Ten
The world is yours
Step out on a stage to a round of applause
You're a liar, a cheat
A devil, a whore
And you sell seashells on the seashore
Rain, rain, rain, rain
A storm it comes our way
And those who rise through distorted lies
Poisonin' the veins
But we like to point the blame blame, blame, blame
It's easier to blame
But point the mirror at ourselves
We're all part of this old money game
Ah hmm
This old money game
Ah hmm
This old
Ah hmm

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