This is a song about "Money run de world"

Nigga de fasion bitch im know for setting trends

Cum again, invite 'em if you have any fun friends

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

So pon de replay, rihanna quit talking.

Its somethin they never get, but fuck it i represent

You cross dress like oscar de hoya, your life's a cock fest

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

Nigga dont you run out of money nah nigga please

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

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

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

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

I run for the money

I'm a baller, literally