This is a song about "Money run de world"

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

Nigga dont you run out of money nah nigga please

If you thought it, it better be what you want

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

She don't even need a job, got one anyways

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

Greenist moncler shit, earth tones in the winter

Slick rick, de la soul, and rakim spit sicker,

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'll terrorize the cul-de-sac, rappers, i ain't holding back,

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad

Re-directed de-ci-sions

Lil prps like 3 digits

Ill give you a run for your money

When i arrive the whole town gets sunny