Money Makes the World Go Round

Hey hey hey hey, hey! Hey!

Hey hey hey hey, hey!

[Verse 1]

Peter paid Paul, prosecuter's case fall

Trial not needed, tell that loudmouth beat it

Now niggas see it chea! Bow to the cement

Back on the lamb like Shazam here I am

Killa like Cam, got gorillas on the land

Stop if you ain't got a million in your hand

Pissing in your pants cause they let a nigga free

Want to say a little grants then just let a nigga be

Lo sweaters with the V's, thick alls with the moccs

Down in D.C. cause them doors don't lock

Love get shown, that's right a nigga home

Fresh on the land, SL in the plans

Please understand it's a few years lost

Recession ain't fierce, still new gear costs

Whose here's boss? Can we talk it on another note

Of course about the motherload cause I ain't trying to cut a throat

[Hook]

Money makes the world go round, I know you're lowdown

So fly, tiptoe through the town, tear the clubs up (x4)

[Verse 2]

Konvict Muzik, Bad Boy baller

Cash Money millionaire, Roc-a-fella spoiler

Black Wall Streets where the Bravehearts be

G's in my Unit keep my Terror Squad deep

Dipset, D-Block, Quiet Money shit

Hustle hard, Grand Hustle homey ain't no funny shit

Fuck the police, I'm Disturbin' tha Peace

Murda Ink on the sheets, just confirming the beef

Mos Def, rocking Talib niggas in their cribs

Swizz Beat niggas down, Timbaland on their ribs

For Real/Pharrell, niggas front until the Doctor got to Dre them

The truth from The Roots, let my shooters Andre them

3000 shots from the Big Boi Glock

It's Ludacris shit, but my CBs don't miss

OG Suge, I'm a Ice-T nigga

Up to no good, a Pisces swigger

I Cap a nigga Corn with the Gemini sag

A Scorp with some horns, got A-quarius swag

Corpse get embalmed, district peel them out the bag then

Place them in a tux and face them straight up

Drove to the sky, I'm supposed to be fly

Fresh head to toe, I'mma let a nigga know

[Hook]

Money makes the world go round, I know your lowdown

So fly, tiptoe through the town, tear the clubs up

Money makes the world go round, I know your lowdown

So fly, tiptoe through the town, tear the clubs up

Money makes the world go round, I know your lowdown

So fly, tiptoe through the town, tear the clubs up

Money makes the world go round, I know your lowdown

So fly, tiptoe through the town, tear the clubs up