Lyrics GoROUND - Logic

Bitch, it's me, B-O-double-B, smart as MIT
My decree, nothin' ain't for free, yes, it cost a fee
This is money-makin' music, C-note, that's the key
Get the cheese, get the cake, Sara Lee, hehehe

You don't know Jackson
We be up in Louis, your bitch ass be up at PacSun
Yes, I got the pack, son
You see me on tour, peep the floor, shit is packed, son
Glock under my waistband, goddamn, yeah, I pack a ton (uh)

Money make the world go 'round
You know money make the world go 'round (now)
Money make the world go 'round
You know money make the world go 'round

Open up 'cause, bitch, I'm in it, one-percented, windows tinted (yes, I know), windows tinted
If you want it, come and get it, yes, I did it, too committed (how it go), too committed
I am him, goddamn
Yes, I came a long way from my first food stamp

Whole fridge full of food, yeah, for me and my camp
Lord know I love my wife, but I still get your bitch damp
Diamonds all up on my wrist and on my necklace, I'm reckless
I'm reckless, I'm (money make the world go 'round) now

Money make the world go 'round
You know money make the world go 'round (now)
Money make the world go 'round
You know money make the world go 'round

Break