Money Makes the World Go Round

Hey hey hey hey, hey, hey
Hey hey hey hey, hey

Peter paid Paul, prosecutor, case fall
Trial not needed, tell that loudmouth beat it
Now niggas see it, bow to the cement
Back on the land like Shazam, here I am
Killer like Cam, got gorillas on the land
Stop if you ain't got a million in your hand
Pissin' in your pants 'cause they let a nigga free
Wanna sell ya lil' grams and just let a nigga be
Lo sweaters with the V's, Dick Coors with the mocks
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 fair, still new gear cost
Who's here is boss? Can we talk it on another note?
Of course about the motherload 'cause I ain't tryna cut a throat

Money makes the world go round, I know the low down
So fly, I tip-toe through the town, tear the clubs up
Money makes the world go round, I know the low down
So fly, I tip-toe through the town, tear the clubs up
Money makes the world go round, I know the low down
So fly, I tip-toe through the town, tear the clubs up
Money makes the world go round, I know the low down
So fly, I tip-toe through the town, tear the clubs up

Come on, B.I.G. music, Bad Boy baller
Cash Money millionaire, Roc-A-Fella spoiler
Black Wall Street's where the Bravehearts meet
G's in my unit, keep my Terror Squad deep
Dipset, D-Block, Quiet Money shit
Hustle hard, Grand Hustle, homie, ain't no funny shit
Fuck the police, I'm disturbin' the peace
Murder Inc. on the streets, just confirm with the beef
Mos Def, I could Talib niggas in they cribs
Swizz Beat niggas down, Timbaland on they ribs
Pharrell niggas front 'til the doctor gotta Dré 'em
The truth from the Roots, let my shooters André 'em
Three thousand shots from the big boy Glock
It's ludicrous shit, but my Seagrams don't miss
OG Suge, I'm a Ice-T nigga
Up to no good, a Pisces swigger
A Cap-a-nigga-corn with the Gemini-Sag'
A Scorp' with some horns, got Aquarius swag
Corpse get embalmed, just peel him out the bag
Then place him in a tux and face him straight up
Dro to the sky, I'm supposed to be fly
Fresh head to toe, I'ma let a nigga know

Money makes the world go round, I know the low down
So fly, I tip-toe through the town, tear the clubs up
Money makes the world go round, I know the low down
So fly, I tip-toe through the town, tear the clubs up
Money makes the world go round, I know the low down
So fly, I tip-toe through the town, tear the clubs up
Money makes the world go round, I know the low down
So fly, I tip-toe through the town, tear the clubs up