This is a song about "Money run de world"

Cause i got a lot of hair on my booty but that's beside the point

Motor city's gritty, clowns like you get bent and then de-stroyed

I’m a beast when my shit hits the streets these niggas cease

Nigga dont you run out of money nah nigga please

World on my shoulders as i run back to this my childhood

It's pain in my eyes but these yves saints blind you to look

Ill give you a run for your money

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Not too many options when you coming from the projects

Nigga de fasion bitch im know for setting trends

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face

And i can see our world is dying, money and power's changing us

You can't act like no bitch that only got tyler perry famous

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

Fakes try to put me on de-frost, they be glossed,