| Hey hey hey hey, hey! | |
| Hey! Hey hey hey hey, hey! [Verse 1:] | |
| Peter paid | |
| Paul, prosecuter's case fall | |
| Trial not needed, tell that loudmouth beat it | |
| Now niggas see it chea! | |
| Bow to the cement | |
| Back on the lamb like | |
| Shazam here | |
| I am Killa like | |
| Cam, got gorillas on the land | |
| Stop if you ain't got a million in your hand | |
| Pissing in your pants cause they let a nigga free | |
| Want to say a little grants then just let a nigga be | |
| Low sweaters with the | |
| V's, thick alls with the moccs | |
| Down in D. | |
| C. cause them doors don't lock | |
| Love get shown, that's right a nigga home | |
| Fresh on the land, | |
| SL in the plans | |
| Please understand it's a few years lost | |
| Recession ain't fierce, still new gear costs | |
| Whose here's boss? | |
| Can we talk it on another note | |
| Of course about the motherload cause | |
| I ain't trying to cut a throat [Chorus:] | |
| Money makes the world go round, | |
| I know your lowdown | |
| So fly tiptoe through the town, tear the clubs up | |
| Money makes the world go round, | |
| I know your lowdown | |
| So fly tiptoe through the town, tear the clubs up | |
| Money makes the world go round, | |
| I know your lowdown | |
| So fly tiptoe through the town, tear the clubs up | |
| Money makes the world go round, | |
| I know your lowdown | |
| So fly tiptoe through the town, tear the clubs up [Verse 2:] | |
| Konvict Muzik, | |
| Bad Boy baller | |
| Cash Money millionaire, | |
| Roc-a-fella spoiler | |
| Black Wall | |
| Streets where the | |
| Bravehearts be | |
| G's in my | |
| Unit keep my | |
| Terror Squad deep | |
| Dipset, D- | |
| Block, Quiet | |
| Money shit | |
| Hustle hard, | |
| Grand Hustle homey ain't no funny shit | |
| **** the police, | |
| I'm Disturbin' tha | |
| Peace Murda | |
| Ink on the sheets, just confirming the beef | |
| Mos Def, rocking | |
| Talib niggas in their cribs | |
| Swizz Beat niggas down, get the land on their ribs | |
| For Real/Pharrell, niggas front until the | |
| Doctor got to | |
| Dre them The truth from | |
| The Roots, let my shooters | |
| Andre them 3000 shots from the | |
| Big Boi glock | |
| It's Ludacris shit, but my | |
| CBs don't miss | |
| OG Suge, I'm a | |
| Ice-T nigga | |
| Up to no good, a | |
| Pisces swigger | |
| I Cap a nigga | |
| Corn with the | |
| Gemini sag | |
| A Scorp with some horns, got | |
| A-quarius swag | |
| Corpse get embalmed, district peel them out the bag then | |
| Place them in a tux and face them straight up | |
| Drove to the sky, | |
| I'm supposed to be fly | |
| Fresh head to toe, | |
| I'm a let a nigga know [Chorus:] | |
| Money makes the world go round, | |
| I know your lowdown | |
| So fly tiptoe through the town, tear the clubs up | |
| Money makes the world go round, | |
| I know your lowdown | |
| So fly tiptoe through the town, tear the clubs up | |
| Money makes the world go round, | |
| I know your lowdown | |
| So fly tiptoe through the town, tear the clubs up | |
| Money makes the world go round, | |
| I know your lowdown | |
| So fly tiptoe through the town, tear the clubs up |