This is a song about "Money run de world"

Chillin' in pajamis, waitin' on the first

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

See, my bitch is imported - she came from overseas

Nigga dont you run out of money nah nigga please

I run for the money

They say nothings ever free

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

And you'll probably lose your mind tryna save face

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Slick rick, de la soul, and rakim spit sicker,

They want the money and the power that's just the world we living in,

Before these motherfuckers see me sufferinbut it ain't nothin