Lyrics Make $Ense - Orlando Coolridge

Money make the world go round

Perspective
Without it, what we left with?
Letting techs lift for a necklace
Hands together in a prayer circle death wish
Shit is reckless,listen let's address this
The Message that they telling of deceptive
They don't want us a collective
Or eclectic... This circus ain't electric
With intellect let get introspective...
Give myself the third degree, on 23rd degree
Analyze the way we exist currently
The ones controlling currency is 33rd degree
Population walking dead but they aint turning me
I'm tuned to a whole different frequency
Surround myself with gods who think as deep as me
I ain't saying cats are blind, but i seek to see
All that glitters aint gold or what it seems to be

Make money money money money get bread
Everything for them
Dollas dollas
Commas commas cents cents...
Grind harder...
Whatever makes sense!

It's the root of all evil, needs of all people
An American dream is to stunt like Knieval
It dont keep us in orbit, but make the world go round
And for just the right amount it make a girl go down
Cause, cash rules everything around me
Cream! get the money... Dolla dolla bill yall
You gonna get it if it kill yall, pain from the last is still raw
Hands in space, you know the drill, dog
It's a jack move, applause clap, of course its heat
At the point niggas steal more for sport than eats
Cops fueling gang violence, they support the beef
Lock us up, keep it short and sweet
Is it worth it if the lifespan shorter but the money long?
Money equals power, the pedestal we put money on
Minute after hour, we chase it, it ain't that money wrong
I just cant relate to most of these niggas money songs
Paper soldier - beans and bleek
Baking soda loaded fiends finna feed for weeks
Keep lookin at them stacks niggas dream to reach
Then i wake up, and this is the impending speech

Make money money money money get bread
Everything for them
Dollas dollas
Commas commas cents cents...
Grind harder...
Whatever makes sense!