This is a song about "Money run de world"

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

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

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

Long as she come to me first

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

I run for the money

Cause some of you bitches funny

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

Like my remy with no juice, you a lot like bishop

Taking over the world while the money adds up

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

Nigga dont you run out of money nah nigga please

Run on a ramage until the world ends

Cum again, invite 'em if you have any fun friends