This is a song about "Money run de world"

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

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

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

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

But it won't make no difference when i rip this verse and collaborate tonight/ and uh

Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured

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

I run for the money

I’m tryna be low key

Love the game though this is coming from a different place

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

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,

She wanted to fight at first

"how money running this world?!"