Money Makes the World Go Round

[Intro:] Money makes the world go round' Sometimes you're up, sometimes you're down I smoke a blunt and hit the liquor store Cause it ain't easy livin' life this grown [Verse 1: UnderRated] Look around, everybody wants [more paper, more cash, more fetti, more cream] It's the way of the world, and it seems that I can't please a girl til' I stack more G's And I don't need everything that you hearin' about I just need a little paper to calm me down This R-A-P but it be a new sound Or P-G, your knees gon' turn the lights out Its kinda funny but it's not Cause I been up in the game too long and I can't stop Still bumpin' down the block Still trippin' up the music Still tryin' to be the best rapper ever since 2Pac So I gotta stay focused to roll this, to be the dopest Never choke when I smoke this And I can't stand being the brokest, so I'm living illegal Screamin "Fuck the Rovers" And fuck money, I hate money Money make a mothafucka act funny Money separates me and you And you act, if you don't drive a Benz or a Beamer Sounds bad but its true Just imagine the dude with the bad attitude No girl, no cash, or I act rude Rappin' the truth when I'm up in the booth And I'm in love with the money, cause I'm just like you [Hook] Money makes the world go round' [Money makes the girls scream while the world spins] Sometimes you're up, sometimes you're down [Its how my life is, still grindin'] I smoke a blunt and hit the liquor store [Smokin' and drinkin' to ease the pain] Cause it ain't easy livin' life this grown [I'm prayin' and hopin' I can make this change] [Verse 2: 1 Ton] I do what I gotta do Say what I wanna say Pray for a day, I ain't livin' this way Better get me this pay, gotta make it through the day Make a cool ass move, make em' see I don't play Never can they say I didn't do it for the dollar Cause I did a lotta dirt tryin' to be a big baller Flipped every dime, then I bought an Impala Broke ass nigga, tryin' to make a bitch holla' Had to fight for my life, I was hype on my height Hope ya like what I write, cause I'm writin' my life Might wanna fight, cause I want a bigger bite Got you likin' my type when I be doing what's right Never did I lie, never roll about frontin', always keep it real I'm a nigga with nothin' I'm a nigga still huntin' I'm a nigga bout' somethin' I'm a nigga chasin' money, that'll never stop runnin' [Money makes the world go round'] I'm reppin' the West coast and chasin' the Pesos [Money makes the world go round'] I'm fuckin' that dress code, and wearin' my shell toes Gucci ass clubs try to steal what I got Make me dress up in a suit, just to listen to what's hot I think not Broke mothafuckas built Hip Hop Now I'm in a spot, tryin' to make our shit pop [Hook:] [Verse 3: ?] Money is the reason I'm on the road State to state and pushin' on Money is the reason I don't come home Gotta stack this cake, so we can roll Money is the reason I lace my shoes Make us lose and pay these dues Money is the reason I...[You know] Money is the reason I...[You know] [Hook]