This is a song about "Money run de world"

Taking over the world while the money adds up

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck

You been aching for that cuz what they playing on the station is wack

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

All the money in the world can't take this pain away

Why my life depend on what i'mma do today

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

Back like i never ever left in the first

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

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

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

I never fit in with them light skins

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