[Chorus: Fes Taylor] Money make the world go round (See we get bread) All the girls go down (And the rims on the dice) See the world go round (if you knew what I knew) If you live like I live, you would do what I do
[Fes Taylor] Having the time of my life, I write rhymes like So I can shine bright, sight beyond sight Like ThunderCats, Ho! My Wolfpack go Like, leprechaun snatch gold, I let my tech show Two 4, oh, til I go see the most high Cashing my ticket like a roller coast' ride It's ups and downs, my niggas got cuts and frowns So I throw them a couple bucks, the'll smile We turned double ups to trucks a hundred miles Away from the town, I can make a hundred thou' Come back to the Stat, like 'fuck ya'll now' You ain't fuck with me then, now you loving my style How you get so cold, see my jewelry froze Got more o's then Cheerios cereal bowls I burn a beat like venirial hoes And play it loud til the stereo blow, so here we go
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[Mr. Prezident] I know what it takes to survive, got a taste for them pies So I stay out of drama like I'm Days of Our Lives Me, ain't nothing change but the times, headed for the top Sorta like the cake when it rise Changed up the grind, I know niggas wanna stick me So I stay with the blicky, get your face on your tickies Blaze up the stickies, you can tell they all lame They mad, cuz the rims is like propellers on the plane The more money, the more problems, the more pistols Your boys hit you good, they could meet the law with you We dump four in, we let the force twist you Ya'll ain't hardbody, ya'll more like soft tissue Abort issues, fuck around with me I crack ya head open, like a sunflower seed That tough act I see through, is he stupid? You can't do it how we do it, it's street music
