Money makes our little world go round (The more you need the less you get) Money makes our little world go round (Round and round, The world goes round
get so funny My partna left a free world, with cocaine and money He wasn't tripping, but you know how niggaz do You go to jail, mentality of hoe niggaz is fuck you
(Borg) Out of money Out of cash, man It?s the only thing that makes the world go round I need diamonds I need gold, man `Cause I can?t make a
but peeps I'm makin money see so yo world are you ready for me now gather 'round, I'm the new playa in town if you got mo grip then me, then I lay you
I criticize it You say you'll fight to the death To save your worthless flag If you want a banana republic that bad Why don't you go move to one But
what you got, when you got it, and what you still owe you seen them projects, lately you better watch it why they got us surrounded if money is the object
of a suden go down the twin towers daddy must have passed the word down guess its true what they say gangtas make the world go round the only good bush
be the fresh prince flat top gold chain and some fresh kicks? My Nigga Nas told me money make the world go round, and Uncle Luke showed me how to make my girl go
it Ruckus, war deep, World War III in the mix 5 Hot Boy$ runnin', bringin' G's to they clique With them hundred round tip-tips, to make sure niggaz ain't breathin' You
unforgiveable sin Yea the good book is like comic books, you take 'em too literal I tricked you in to believin' the power to reason Makes you able to
know the fuck you at When they see you wit yo beer banana Nigga you skipped the line, you get yo shine Make yo money don?t play no time Yo hoe big fine
Tru niggas won't die make time for some dope nigga fuck bein' broke I live my life on the ropes nigga fuck the P.O. I leave you dead with the bustas
together 'cause when you go you go you go As we ride By the end of the night You will envision how thugstas play Can you handle the vibe
feeling the Holy Ghost makin' moves through ya Smooth, I made it to free your mind to the rhythm I got designed when the world drop dimes This world you
our mind to it and do it It's all about the papers, money rule the world Bitches make the world go round Real niggaz do they wanna do, bitch niggaz do
?t wanna be the Fresh Prince? Flat top, gold chain and some fresh kicks? My nigga Nas told me money make the world go round And Uncle Luke showed me how to make my girl go
be the Fresh Prince Flat top, gold chain and some fresh kicks? My nigga Nas told me money make the world go round And Uncle Luke showed me how to make my girl go
enemies Lock you up and fuck you up Talk shit to you beat you down then cuff you up And leave you in a cell stuffed, damn I ain't got no money for bail
