[Verse 1] Peter paid Paul, prosecuter's case fall Trial not needed, tell that loudmouth beat it Now niggas 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 Pissing in your pants cause they let a nigga free Want to say a little grants then just let a nigga 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 nigga 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 shit Hustle hard, Grand Hustle homey ain't no funny shit Fuck the police, I'm Disturbin' tha Peace Murda Ink on the sheets, just confirming the beef Mos Def, rocking Talib niggas in their cribs Swizz Beat niggas down, get the land on their ribs For Real/Pharrell, niggas 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 shit, but my CBs don't miss OG Suge, I'm a Ice-T nigga Up to no good, a Pisces swigger I Cap a nigga 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 nigga 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
[Verse 1] Peter paid Paul, prosecuter's case fall Trial not needed, tell that loudmouth beat it Now niggas 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 Pissing in your pants cause they let a nigga free Want to say a little grants then just let a nigga 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 nigga 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 shit Hustle hard, Grand Hustle homey ain't no funny shit Fuck the police, I'm Disturbin' tha Peace Murda Ink on the sheets, just confirming the beef Mos Def, rocking Talib niggas in their cribs Swizz Beat niggas down, get the land on their ribs For Real/Pharrell, niggas 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 shit, but my CBs don't miss OG Suge, I'm a Ice-T nigga Up to no good, a Pisces swigger I Cap a nigga 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 nigga 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
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