This is a song about "Money run de world"

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

Taking over the world while the money adds up

Nigga dont you run out of money nah nigga please

Masked up, this ain't trick or treat, one wrong move they finna squeeze

From you. you're the one holding me back at the club or maybe the pub down the

Que ni soy ni soy de ojos azules ni de piel negra seria seria

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

No days off and that's even on a snow day

I can change the whole game if a nigga bored

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

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

Still a hobbit and like sauron's eye, you'll taste de foot

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

And i can see our world is dying, money and power's changing us

Motor city's gritty, clowns like you get bent and then de-stroyed

Cause i got a lot of hair on my booty but that's beside the point