Lyrics:
bitches
You need some motherfuckin' money
Get your mind right, nigga, keep your game tight
Play right, play by the rules and you'll get paid, fuck
blessed me with the money, I control money, money don't control me
Cash rules everything around me
Money makes the world go round, makes the world go round
You can't catch him, you can't stop him
I go by them goon rules
If you can't beat 'em then you pop 'em
You can't man 'em then you mop 'em
You can't
a made man?
Shit I be feelin' like I'm God, like I made man
Black man gettin' money through the made men
Paper chasin', let saber scrape
And get money
Look around
Not a single soul I trust
Look around
World's ran by money,greed,and lust
Look around
Not a single soul I trust
Look around
World's
What would you do if you could do the unbelievable?
Once you rule the world, every girl will wanna be with you
First, I get the money, then I get
let by-gones be by-gones
Rule the icon, who killed the industry like iPods
Had these niggas runnin' like track stars
Except runnin' backwards when I
to go,
Quit slowin me down.
I ask you to have mercy on us father,
You think we know the rules by now,
We can't go starting wars with hearts of hatred
Without all the negative chemicals and drugs
Without all the hanging with the envious thugs
Never before was a man so far behind
And came back to rule
nigga with a 12-gage pump
With a 12-hour rush to run and get this money, fuck these punks
Road rules I swim in the dirt, I stay in some skirt
I hit where
It's so easy to lose all the meaning of who you are
What is your definition of a true superstar?
Is it beauty? Is it money? Is it power? Is it
Those who fake, they break
When they meet their four-hundred pound mate
If I could rule the world (if I ruled the world)
Everyone would have a gun in
Wait, hold up, chill, what's that, son?
Damn nigga got fucked, shit, huh
By his back, watch nigga run
Seven the center of your eight point Sun
Mann! 50! JR! B-day boy!
Man I feel like money! (man I feel like money!)
They're attracted to me! (oh, yeah?)
They come around like honey! (they
don't play by the rules makin' no sense today
Gotcha on line so you think it's okay
Better built cell block, mos def say
That's where you gonna stay,
damn world
When things get better
My body will be ashes
This old world by explanation
Won't be anymore
night
Sold it to Steve missing one bite
So he could sell it to all y'all with 4G
Now isn't that tight
That's right
Walter White's rules to live by
Never
die, can't spit it no more
All my n****z that tusslin, get yours
All my b****es that's makin money, get yours
The world ain't only mine, it's yours
die, can't spit it no more
All my niggaz that tusslin, get yours
All my bitches that's makin money, get yours
The world ain't only mine, it's yours
Knowledge is power for a man
Who lives by the rules
People enjoy when they destroy
The ones dropping the jewels
I never fool myself
I know why they be
Play by my rules, and fuck the plan!
Money on my mind saw these haters in a way
Having conversation with the paper every day
I ain't talking short
Uh, uh, world wide mob figgaz (who we?)
World wide mob figgaz (yeah, yeah, O-U-T-L-A-W-Z)
World wide mob figgaz (who we?)
Uh, world wide mob
keep pushing on
In this concrete jungle, from dusk 'til dawn
Rolling with my crew, we ain't got no fear
Homies by my side, we know the end is near
Every
reefer
All my niggas strapped and ready
To set it off: Queen Latifah
Got a chopper with a drum
Split swishers with my thumb
Get money like Donald
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