[Intro]
Do you wanna make more money?

[Verse 1: Ren]
She sells sea shells on the sea shore
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
Bear with me, takе as many shells as you can find
And hide them on an island, stockpilе '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 fucking 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 fucking 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

[Pre-Chorus: Hail Mary Mallon]
Money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money
Money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money
Money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money
Money, money, money, money, money, motherfucker

[Chorus: Charli XCX]
I'm so fancy, you already know
I'm in the fast lane, from L.A. to Tokyo
I'm so fancy, can't you taste this gold?
Remember my name, about to blow, oh-o-oh, oh-o-oh, oh, oh

[Verse 2: Ren]
Four: Expand, expand, expand
Clear forest, make land, fresh blood, on hands
Five: Why just shells? Why limit yourself?!
She sells sea shells, 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:

[Pre-Chorus: Iggy Azalea]
Who that, who that? That do that, do that?
Put that paper over all, I thought you knew that, knew that
I be that I-G-G-Y, put my name in bold
I been working, I'm up in here with some change to throw

[Chorus: Charli XCX, Hail Mary Mallon]
I'm so fancy, you already know
I'm in the fast lane, from L.A. to Tokyo
I'm so fancy, can't you taste this gold?
Remember my name, about to blow, oh-o-oh, oh-o-oh, oh, oh
(-fucker)

[Bridge: Charli XCX, Hail Mary Mallon]
Trash the hotel, let's get drunk on the minibar
(Gotta g-get m-my motherf-fucking money!
Gotta g-get, gotta g-get...)
Make the phone call, feel so good getting what I want
(Gotta g-get m-my motherf-fucking money!
Gotta g-get, gotta g-get...)

Yeah, keep on turning it up, chandelier swinging, we don't give a fuck
(Gotta g-get m-my motherf-fucking money!
Gotta g-get, gotta g-get...)
Film star, yeah, I'm deluxe; Classic, expensive, you don't get to touch, ow!
(Gotta g-get m-my motherf-fucking money!
Gotta g-get, gotta g-get...)

[Verse 3: Ren]
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 sea shells on the sea shore

[Chorus: Charli XCX, Iggy Azalea, Hail Mary Mallon]
I'm so fancy, you already know
I'm in the fast lane, from L.A. to Tokyo
I'm so fancy, can't you taste this gold?
Remember my name, about to blow, oh-o-oh, oh-o-oh, oh, oh

I'm so fancy, you already know
(Who that, who that? I-G-G-Y, that do that, do that? I-G-G-Y)
I'm in the fast lane, from L.A. to Tokyo
(Who that, who that? I-G-G-Y
Money, money, money, money, money, money, motherfucker)
I'm so fancy, can't you taste this gold?
(Who that, who that? I-G-G-Y, that do that, do that? I-G-G-Y)
Remember my name, about to blow, oh-o-oh, oh-o-oh, oh, oh
(Who that, who that? I-G-G-Y
Money, money, money, money, money, money, motherfucker)