This is a song about "Money run de world"

They bringing me fish and chips

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I run for the money

We're living in a fantasy

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

Back like i never ever left in the first

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

Fuck-nigga-ass hypebeast niggas, now back to the album

Honestly i could run this world better, be a better captain.

Its somethin they never get, but fuck it i represent

You cross dress like oscar de hoya, your life's a cock fest

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

Woof, bitch, top doglay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack