Verse one rza

Like tony starks man we throw your a*s in the cobra clutch

Your man watch as your whole head opens up

Sober up niggy it's the bob digi

We throw darts in the air that float like a frisbee

My neck is frostbitten

Love my wares but y'all thug n***as miss me

I'm bionic I'm chronic the digi juice

My fist fast as bruce you better call the jukes

No excuse the black man must stand up

Time to make the wu sign throw both of y'all hands up

You see me in a maserati granturismo

Up in the club my beat got more sub than quizno's

Mama that's the business I'mma a get this

Give me ten digits

F**k that before I quit this

Walk in the prints of a prince

If it don't make it dollas n***a then it don't make sense

Chorus dan auerbach

If it don't make dollas then it don't make sense

If it don't make dollas then it don't make sense

No no it don't make sense

Verse two pharoahe monch

I see dead people when I spit with my sixth sense

My sixteens are sick sentences that make sense

Which means they inflict pain that's intense

I got brains backstage I been rhymin' sick since

Sing a song of sixpence

Pockets full of rye 'til I die

To the sky

My shades is black my boots is frye

Rock 'n' roll I lose control

F**k the white ones the black keys got so much soul

While you come off of the bench

If it don't make dollas then it don't make sense

If it don't make dollas then it don't make sense

If it don't make dollas then it don't make sense

Dog it needs to make sense

If it don't make dollas then it don't make sense

Chorus dan auerbach

If it don't make dollas then it don't make sense

If it don't make dollas then it don't make sense

No no it don't make sense

If it don't make dollas then it don't make sense

If it don't make dollas no it don' t make no sense