This is a song about "Money run de world"

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

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

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

And her mind is amazing, different kind of connection

She likes the way it hits her lips

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Ill give you a run for your money

Not hungry for my poetry

"how money running this world?!"

Long as she come to me first

I confessed bein' atheist, they said i was possessed

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

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

I'll terrorize the cul-de-sac, rappers, i ain't holding back,