Money makes the world go round
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What goes up must come down
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I saw you, you saw me
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I saw you, you saw me
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You was up and I was down
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Now I'm up and you're down
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What goes up come down
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Money make the world go round
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Every town, every city, same song
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Every block, every county, same song
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Once I had the pop it was all eyes on me
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I was born to pop, all eyes on me
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Tennis shoes, braces, you niggas move is basic
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Grand crew on cases, new illumination
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I'm tryina touch the ceiling, bitch in the black drive
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I'm going through customs, I still smell hot
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Chinx and Belly, bitches had to tell you bump the dog, beg the valet
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It ain't shit you can tell me, nigga
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Money makes the world go round
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What goes up must come down
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I saw you, you saw me
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I saw you, you saw me
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You was up and I was down
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Now I'm up and you're down
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What goes up come down
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Money make the world go round
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Every town, every city, same song
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Every block, every county, same song
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Seven gold chains, Jesus hang off each one
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Searching for a miracle, you need at least one
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Try to find salvation through this last ounce
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Couldn't stomach what I witnessed, you were pass out
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Put the key into ignition then I step out
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Snatch the clip above the tray and blow my last cloud
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Same nigga gain the world lose his whole self
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Probably killed him on the spot, he should've chose hell
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Cast the jewels in the fire, watch the gold melt
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Clocking digits in the blizzard, it's a cold hell
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Indicted of conspiracy, but no relation to it
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Wish you could've read the signs like the Masons do it
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Frozen water in my crucifix, it's unholy
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Devil tried and locked me in but he couldn't hold me
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Honey gram where I used to keep my cross training
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Feeling chills through the music, shit is cold lane
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Money makes the world go round
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What goes up must come down
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I saw you, you saw me
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I saw you, you saw me
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You was up and I was down
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Now I'm up and you're down
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What goes up come down
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Money make the world go round
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Every town, every city, same song
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Every block, every county, same song
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We in the big leagues and my team got a big lead
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Six feet but I'm six three in that six three
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I'm going sacrilegious ham
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Aligning what I am and you're my sacrificial lamb
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God damn, my pack is louder than a pack of crow
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Pass this shit around, you going down like pack you out
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Backing now, I got half these bitches passing out
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Passing up, tapping free drinks like it's happy hour
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She says she never wanna leave, you don't got her
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These other niggas fake, balling like the globe trotters
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You probably think she's yours but you don't got her
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She went soul searching and then came back with red bottom
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Money makes the world go round
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What goes up must come down
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I saw you, you saw me
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I saw you, you saw me
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You was up and I was down
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Now I'm up and you're down
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What goes up come down
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Money make the world go round
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Every town, every city, same song
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Every block, every county, same song
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Money Makes The World Go Round
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