This is a song about "Money run de world"

Gone with out a trace when i deliver coup de grace

He said that he rather put the pump to his face

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

Nigga dont you run out of money nah nigga please

The day has come, dipset remains the ones

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

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

And her mind is amazing, different kind of connection

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

Honestly i could run this world better, be a better captain.

Ayo baby, tell your friends... to get with my friends

Nigga de fasion bitch im know for setting trends

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

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

"how money running this world?!"

We left em a world that's cursed