This is a song about "Money run de world"

After im done sorry hun gotta go run, now im in one with the world

My whole family was concerned of the music i had learned

Nigga dont you run out of money nah nigga please

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Ill give you a run for your money

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

Nigga de fasion bitch im know for setting trends

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

Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention

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

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

Uh, and how i wish i would've met you first

Money, drugs, and power rule the world,

They bringing me fish and chips

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