[Verse 1: DropIt]
Money make the world go round
Money make them girl go wild
Word gets round, that ya talk is cheap that you ain't worth ya word
So if you wanna work put money in ya mouth
I need ya word to be bond
Worthy of working a verse with the Mon
That's worth beemers and Bentleys and yachts and them helis
And Drop's been ready to make all these songs
Yall know the mixtapes on delay
Girl says vamanos, Andele her bed got a view of the ocean
You know that's where I wanna stay
I'm on ok, yall can't f** with the mon-ar-kay
If we make money our life gone be on display
But that's the real price we'll pay for the price okay
Wethere im in the movies or on a stage
Emmy and Oscar and grammy all on they way
I ain't running away and
Dad like father like son I am f**ing amazing always
Yeah I'm still ya son
How could my talk be cheap with this silver tounge
I Fill the cup, sip til I feel the sun, ya son wonder if she still the one
But don't think about it too much, all white whip sh** too klu klux
Get my crew a cut, f** you want im number like crew cuts
They tripped on my shoes cause, them b**hes is too big to move in
I pulled up britches, b**hes they pull up tryna move in slow
Sit like a bhuddist and pray for music that moves my soul