Hey hey hey hey, hey! Hey!
Hey hey hey hey, hey!
[Verse 1]
Peter paid Paul, prosecuter's case fall
Trial not needed, tell that loudmouth beat it
Now n***** see it chea! Bow to the cement
Back on the lamb like Shazam here I am
Killa like Cam, got gorillas on the land
Stop if you ain't got a million in your hand
p****** in your pants cause they let a n**** free
Want to say a little grants then just let a n**** be
Low sweaters with the V's, thick alls with the moccs
Down in D.C. cause them doors don't lock
Love get shown, that's right a n**** home
Fresh on the land, SL in the plans
Please understand it's a few years lost
Recession ain't fierce, still new gear costs
Whose here's boss? Can we talk it on another note
Of course about the motherload cause I ain't trying to cut a throat
[Chorus]
Money makes the world go round, I know your lowdown
So fly, tiptoe through the town, tear the clubs up
Money makes the world go round, I know your lowdown
So fly, tiptoe through the town, tear the clubs up
Money makes the world go round, I know your lowdown
So fly, tiptoe through the town, tear the clubs up
Money makes the world go round, I know your lowdown
So fly, tiptoe through the town, tear the clubs up
[Verse 2]
Konvict Muzik, Bad Boy baller
Cash Money millionaire, Roc-a-fella spoiler
Black Wall Streets where the Bravehearts be
G's in my Unit keep my Terror Squad deep
Dipset, D-Block, Quiet Money s***
Hustle hard, Grand Hustle homey ain't no funny s***
f*** the police, I'm Disturbin' tha Peace
Murda Ink on the sheets, just confirming the beef
Mos Def, rocking Talib n***** in their cribs
Swizz Beat n***** down, Timbaland on their ribs
For Real/Pharrell, n***** front until the Doctor got to Dre them
The truth from The Roots, let my shooters Andre them
3000 shots from the Big Boi glock
It's Ludacris s***, but my CBs don't miss
OG Suge, I'm a Ice-T n****
Up to no good, a Pisces swigger
I Cap a n**** Corn with the Gemini sag
A Scorp with some horns, got A-quarius swag
Corpse get embalmed, district peel them out the bag then
Place them in a tux and face them straight up
Drove to the sky, I'm supposed to be fly
Fresh head to toe, I'ma let a n**** know
[Chorus]
Money makes the world go round, I know your lowdown
So fly, tiptoe through the town, tear the clubs up
Money makes the world go round, I know your lowdown
So fly, tiptoe through the town, tear the clubs up
Money makes the world go round, I know your lowdown
So fly, tiptoe through the town, tear the clubs up
Money makes the world go round, I know your lowdown
So fly, tiptoe through the town, tear the clubs up
Hey hey hey hey, hey!
[Verse 1]
Peter paid Paul, prosecuter's case fall
Trial not needed, tell that loudmouth beat it
Now n***** see it chea! Bow to the cement
Back on the lamb like Shazam here I am
Killa like Cam, got gorillas on the land
Stop if you ain't got a million in your hand
p****** in your pants cause they let a n**** free
Want to say a little grants then just let a n**** be
Low sweaters with the V's, thick alls with the moccs
Down in D.C. cause them doors don't lock
Love get shown, that's right a n**** home
Fresh on the land, SL in the plans
Please understand it's a few years lost
Recession ain't fierce, still new gear costs
Whose here's boss? Can we talk it on another note
Of course about the motherload cause I ain't trying to cut a throat
[Chorus]
Money makes the world go round, I know your lowdown
So fly, tiptoe through the town, tear the clubs up
Money makes the world go round, I know your lowdown
So fly, tiptoe through the town, tear the clubs up
Money makes the world go round, I know your lowdown
So fly, tiptoe through the town, tear the clubs up
Money makes the world go round, I know your lowdown
So fly, tiptoe through the town, tear the clubs up
[Verse 2]
Konvict Muzik, Bad Boy baller
Cash Money millionaire, Roc-a-fella spoiler
Black Wall Streets where the Bravehearts be
G's in my Unit keep my Terror Squad deep
Dipset, D-Block, Quiet Money s***
Hustle hard, Grand Hustle homey ain't no funny s***
f*** the police, I'm Disturbin' tha Peace
Murda Ink on the sheets, just confirming the beef
Mos Def, rocking Talib n***** in their cribs
Swizz Beat n***** down, Timbaland on their ribs
For Real/Pharrell, n***** front until the Doctor got to Dre them
The truth from The Roots, let my shooters Andre them
3000 shots from the Big Boi glock
It's Ludacris s***, but my CBs don't miss
OG Suge, I'm a Ice-T n****
Up to no good, a Pisces swigger
I Cap a n**** Corn with the Gemini sag
A Scorp with some horns, got A-quarius swag
Corpse get embalmed, district peel them out the bag then
Place them in a tux and face them straight up
Drove to the sky, I'm supposed to be fly
Fresh head to toe, I'ma let a n**** know
[Chorus]
Money makes the world go round, I know your lowdown
So fly, tiptoe through the town, tear the clubs up
Money makes the world go round, I know your lowdown
So fly, tiptoe through the town, tear the clubs up
Money makes the world go round, I know your lowdown
So fly, tiptoe through the town, tear the clubs up
Money makes the world go round, I know your lowdown
So fly, tiptoe through the town, tear the clubs up