do to make yo' money don't let nobody bring ya' down money makes the world go 'round uh money makes the world go 'round uh I comes equipped with money
[Chorus 2x] "You gotta make the money first" "Then when you get the money, you get the power" "Then when you get the power, Then you get the woman" [
I flow when I go in flo' mo' (Flow) I flow, flow when I go in flo' mo' (Round by the wind) I flow when I go in flo' mo' I flow, flow when I go in flo
s comin' Armageddon (It's comin Armageddon) New world order (New world order) If we get our shit together Bitches ain't nothin' we none Make this shit
Pow. Tat's Make The Girl's Go-----Pow. Tat's Make The Girl's Go-----Pow. Pow. Pow. Money Make The World Go-----Pow. Money Make The World Go-----Pow. Pow
[J. Cole] Yeah, Pistol Pete flow, smoke like a swisha sweet blow Cole world, get ya Pea Coat Rappers got no point, n-ggas miss the free throws so Ain?
Bitch fuck that shit we still gon pimp We go ride thru the streets we go hit the Dense we go smoke on dem blunts we go sip a fifth We go stand on the corner wit a pistol
loaded, world series, that boy hustle smart Streets Talkin Gotti been doing good niggas wanna try em, couple niggas from the hood you know how that go
time I meditate on how to live Nothing but negative everywhere I turn, ain't no more positive Nothing but drama, cause drama makes the world go round But pretty soon, it'll make the world go
for me and my niggaz As I approach the scene, from smokin' green Got my eyes closed, niggaz so cold on my foes I make em' die froze Watch me make em' bleed, make
we'll handle ya Although we never take advantage though we always into ery'thang By all means, stack green, gangsta lean, they say money make The world go 'round
Park met him at Hillwood Graduate eighty-eight, H-town we still hood Remember me in the hustle town I let the Mary-Go-Round put the hustle down If yous
It's all about paper, fuck these haters Everytime a nigga makes moves, it's major Pager blowin' up, and nigga my celly off the hinges Mo' money, mo' money
. Never again, know struggles, see Mo Thug, we on tha rise, everyday I feel tha swisha as my method of tha high. No won't want foe money or a place to
Thou] Your days are numbered nigga (what?) you better bounce Got thirty-two rounds in my twenty ounce Squeeze slugs 'til the gun jam, any mission I'm on Blue nickel, new pistol
, yeah, lets go, imma sit back and smoke, i might grab muh guitarrr I got these bullets in tha cham-ber dont make me let off a round if my lifes in
