This is a song about "Money run de world"

I run for the money

Not hungry for my poetry

It came to the point he couldn't look 'em in the face

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

Nigga dont you run out of money nah nigga please

Before these motherfuckers see me sufferinbut it ain't nothin

They want the money and the power that's just the world we living in,

We're living in a fantasy

Ill give you a run for your money

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

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

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

Nigga de fasion bitch im know for setting trends

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

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack