Money makes the world go round Money makes me do all things I do Hang with my homies smoke weed drink brew Ride down belford one deep and ? ? crew And money makes the world go round Money makes the world go round Living in a mansion one day with my wife Stack me up some papers these days one night If wind stop blowing these days than my sight Winds start blowing I’m paid trump tight Got to have papers these days in my life I got to have paper these days of my life
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Money makes the world go round
Without a doubt They all want to see about a clout They don’t know Don’t want to know or see what it’s about We faced with danger do any thing for the paper Scarred for life of the street mentality done made us Watch out for the snakes and fakes Out to take what’s yours so prepare and beware Money makes the world go round for some niggers Money makes the world kill all niggers quicker Its reala, the haps The cheese, the scraps The cheddar, whatever you call it it’s all ? ? ?
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Daz:
Some people gots to have it Some really need it A lot might even sacrifice their life to retrieve it I see that money’s good for me Money’s good to me Money can’t buy me love But it can rent me some pussy You get your hands on a little bit of it and before you know it You go crazy without, do strange things for it Although it’s made of paper, it don’t grow on trees Unless you coming up blowin weed, while you smoke on tweeds You see money makes the world go round Makes the price of living go up Chances of living go down You see money makes the world go round If you ain’t got it you nothing But when you come up than they hound you
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I take me a shit and try to gather my thoughts But where the southwest be, that’s why I sip on a quart You see my mind is on a whole lot more than just rap You see you got to be something, until this rap shit happen Its been a long time since I got my hand on some cheese Its been addictive, my daughter can’t get what she needs Shit is fucked up, you wonder why we rob and sell dope I go days without eating, it ain’t because I snort coke Fool I’m broke, what’s a good way to get paid these days Flip burgers, or lay your ass down and get sprayed Hey man I got to reason with ya Naw, fuck trying to reason I’m tired of struggling so now it’s hunting season I hope you understand by now what I’m thinking Get a bag of that dank, of the hemp and I’m steady drinking Contemplating on what should I do This nigga got g’s, I’m talking about a hundred or two
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