This is a song about "Money run de world"

But make sure if they do see

I run for the money

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

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

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag

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

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

Nigga dont you run out of money nah nigga please

They dubaleing to me. bawo ni to my ladies

Re-directed de-ci-sions

We buy cars, y’all flip whips

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

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one