This is a song about "Money run de world"

Jumped off the porch when i was like six

Re-directed de-ci-sions

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

Run on a ramage until the world ends

Nigga de fasion bitch im know for setting trends

While i ride this maserati, rick and his best friends

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

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

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

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

World on my shoulders as i run back to this my childhood

And me? i'm fresh prince, i'm will smith to the hood

Yes, i'm sure we could all agree

I run for the money

And this will be the song that we sing

So pon de replay, rihanna quit talking.