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