This is a song about "Money run de world"

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

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

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

You keep praying on your break, i hope you got a sling

So pon de replay, rihanna quit talking.

I run for the money

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

She wanted to fight at first

"how money running this world?!"

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,

Nigga de fasion bitch im know for setting trends

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents