Talib Kweli - Make It Cla**y lyrics

[Hook:] Make it cla**y, make it cla**y Pick yourself up off the floor and make it cla**y Make it cla**y, make it cla**y You now rocking with the best, I make it nasty [Verse:] Way too dirty to be washed up You need a spotter, get your bars up I know you famous, I will run up on a star, what! Fronting on me the quickest way to get starstruck Half of y'all hating on me, half of y'all waiting on me I make money, money don't make me You chase money while I make money chase me Stick to the bottom line like the ba**, ba**, ba** Get your face girl, why you after that dude? No, ain't nobody that cute You got a face for radio Look around, you gotta face the ratio Don't let these Brooklyn n***as cold reach ya What they keeping in the creases of exclusive 'Lo pieces Got it bouncing like (fat titty[?]) Try to rap with me, it's a wrap city Rap city, b**h, rap rap city b**h Dejour, Joe Clair, Big Tigger sh** Throw your money in the air if you n***a rich Stop that stupid a** sh**, you kids getting big Studio at the crib got a n***a rigged Weed loud, rude, inconsiderate On the Bradley Cooper, I'm limitless Faster than a state trooper, I get it in Four dudes, one bottle, that'll never win Fly girls at the rope, homie let 'em in Shorty make 'em pitch a tent like a [?] All in the conversation, meddling That's when the wondering eyes start settling Savage, savage, ooh gentlemen Word to God, got a look so devilish This a fourth quarter shot and I never miss Swish, nothing, but, net Swish, nothing, but, net Swish, nothing, but, net Swish, nothing, but, net Half of y'all hating on me, half of y'all waiting on me I make money, money don't make me You chase money while I make money chase me Stick to the bottom line like the ba**, ba**, ba**...