This is a song about "Money run de world"

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

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

I think i've got some enemies disguised as friends

Nigga de fasion bitch im know for setting trends

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I run for the money

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

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

I like the way they dribble up and down the court

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