Money Game, Pt. 2 (Explicit) - Ren
Lyrics by：ren eryn gill
Composed by：ren eryn gill
Strange times we're living 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 **** a government of hypocrites
These counterfeit politicians sit in parliament not adequate
Come on
Needlessly bleeding 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 10 Downing Street burned in a fire
Only joking only messing don't be stressing
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
Oh rain rain rain rain
A storm it comes our way
And those who rise through distorted lies
Poisoning 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
This old money game
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 ************* 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 'cause 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
Bare 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 ******* 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 ******* 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 hands
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 Polarise 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 w***e
And you sell seashells on the seashore
Rain rain rain rain
A storm it comes our way
And those who rise through distorted lies
Poisoning 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
This old money game
This old-
