Money Make the world Lyrics

Let these niggas think what they wanna think

I bet they minds blank, shanked

Them fuckers in the back, that be tryna hold me back

Hey, what's up with your cars and your track, Black

What? See me on a mission, fishin' for a little position of advancement

Threw dice and had a chance at enhancement from the cheers

In the hood to get me luck, but this one never need no six

11 can't be stuck, I'm comin' up with the trade I do

Cause I had the same dream for the cream like the clan of Wu

So what's a manna do? I'm plannin' to

Take you on a ill ride and you can get your whole crew blue

Then fuck up out the damn frame, buy the musical piece

And I'ma make it increase, these ain't the usual fees

And if they be tryna bite it, it leaves the nigga deceased

It's poisonous like a bullet when it's ridin' with the police

When we make the world go round, fuck a shot

I get my money on the ground

You scream cream, I scream cream

The Americans, you ain't know what that mean

When we make the world go round, fuck a shot

I get my money on the ground

You scream cream, I scream cream

The Americans, you ain't know what that mean

And if they comin' when they come, I guess they all get down

So I'm thinkin' they can't get this, must be missin' you now

Run to your hidin' spot and see you still gettin' got

A 17 shot, lose a nigga face up on the parking lot

See me, see where he went, they don't go too

Makin' liver squivel quicker than the fuckin' liquor do

But then it feels like I'm stickin' you with needles and pins

Step in, I'll wrap your shit, then mend it all together again

Begin to take you on a whole nother journey

Motherfuckers better learn me, you don't concern me

Little do rookie like cookie niggas, I crumble, make a stumble

Naw, I make some for y'all, best to reckon out loud

I thump some like cigarette butt

And all my lethal-headed niggas and my niggas slashed

It's only real work

When we make the world go round, fuck a shot

I get my money on the ground

You scream cream, I scream cream

It's the American dream

You know what that mean

When we make the world go round, fuck a shot

I get my money on the ground

You scream cream, I scream cream

It's the American dream

You know what that mean

It's 99 Cydics, we drops like Apocalypse

Dialects perfect, complex with these metaphoric phrases

That'll leave them in dazes

Hittin' MCs like the force of fuckin' freight trains

We be major players, puttin' down the game in layers

Pure guys are vaguers, imported from Barbados

Just gifts from the unconnection

To show they affection for handlin' business

With assistance, aerial assistance

Strippin' packages undetected

With that 007 type of method

Taught me in the ride, the rhymes, the lyrics

Got that ass on rewind

Got that ass on rewind, it gets tragic

Tryin' to listen to these raps

Guess it'll have you runnin' through traffic

Lights, camera, action, I'm taxi

Money make the world go round, fuck a shot

I get my money on the ground

You scream cream, I scream cream

It's the American dream

You know what that mean

It's 99 Cydics, we drops like Apocalypse

Dialects perfect, complex with these metaphoric phrases

That'll leave them in dazes

Hittin' MCs like the force of fuckin' freight trains

We be major players, puttin' down the game in layers

Pure guys are vaguers, important money

I get my money on the ground

You scream cream, I scream cream

It's the American dream

You know what that mean

Money make the world go round

We all scream cream

Money make the world go round

Fuckin' job shit, niggas want creeps, break them legs

Fuckin' job shit, niggas want creeps, break money

Money make the world go round