Money Make the world

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