Money makes the world go round What goes up must come down I saw you, you saw me I saw you, you saw me You was up and I was down Now I'm up and you're down What goes up come down Money make the world go round Every town, every city, same song Every block, every county, same song
Once I had the pop it was all eyes on me I was born to pop, all eyes on me Tennis shoes, braces, you niggas move is basic Grand crew on cases, new illumination I'm tryina touch the ceiling, bitch in the black drive I'm going through customs, I still smell hot Chinx and Belly, bitches had to tell you bump the dog, beg the valet It ain't shit you can tell me, nigga
Money makes the world go round What goes up must come down I saw you, you saw me I saw you, you saw me You was up and I was down Now I'm up and you're down What goes up come down Money make the world go round Every town, every city, same song Every block, every county, same song
Seven gold chains, Jesus hang off each one Searching for a miracle, you need at least one Try to find salvation through this last ounce Couldn't stomach what I witnessed, you were pass out Put the key into ignition then I step out Snatch the clip above the tray and blow my last cloud Same nigga gain the world lose his whole self Probably killed him on the spot, he should've chose hell Cast the jewels in the fire, watch the gold melt Clocking digits in the blizzard, it's a cold hell Indicted of conspiracy, but no relation to it Wish you could've read the signs like the Masons do it Frozen water in my crucifix, it's unholy Devil tried and locked me in but he couldn't hold me Honey gram where I used to keep my cross training Feeling chills through the music, shit is cold lane
Money makes the world go round What goes up must come down I saw you, you saw me I saw you, you saw me You was up and I was down Now I'm up and you're down What goes up come down Money make the world go round Every town, every city, same song Every block, every county, same song
We in the big leagues and my team got a big lead Six feet but I'm six three in that six three I'm going sacrilegious ham Aligning what I am and you're my sacrificial lamb God damn, my pack is louder than a pack of crow Pass this shit around, you going down like pack you out Backing now, I got half these bitches passing out Passing up, tapping free drinks like it's happy hour She says she never wanna leave, you don't got her These other niggas fake, balling like the globe trotters You probably think she's yours but you don't got her She went soul searching and then came back with red bottom
Money makes the world go round What goes up must come down I saw you, you saw me I saw you, you saw me You was up and I was down Now I'm up and you're down What goes up come down Money make the world go round Every town, every city, same song Every block, every county, same songTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.