Cozmo - Money Makes the World Go Round lyrics

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 n***as see it chea! Bow to the cement Back on the lamb like Shazam here I am k**a 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 n***a free Want to say a little grants then just let a n***a 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 n***a 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 [Hook] Money makes the world go round, I know you're lowdown So fly, tiptoe through the town, tear the clubs up (x4) [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 sh** Hustle hard, Grand Hustle homey ain't no funny sh** f** the police, I'm Disturbin' tha Peace Murda Ink on the sheets, just confirming the beef Mos Def, rocking Talib n***as in their cribs Swizz Beat n***as down, Timbaland on their ribs For Real/Pharrell, n***as 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 sh**, but my CBs don't miss OG Suge, I'm a Ice-T n***a Up to no good, a Pisces swigger I Cap a n***a 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'mma let a n***a know [Hook] 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