This is a song about "Money run de world"

Left u de-formed,senseless like wayne's chorus

The day has come, dipset remains the ones

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

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

But now i'm pointin the finger at police

Nigga dont you run out of money nah nigga please

Run on a ramage until the world ends

Shitting on these niggas like i need depends

Taking over the world while the money adds up

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

I style on new york, pile up my fork

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

So they just keep going, saying nigga in his face

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

I got a fetish for fresh, i'm a clean crook

Still a hobbit and like sauron's eye, you'll taste de foot