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 broke

[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 better be the new sound
Or PG&E's gonna 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' off the music
Still tryin' to be the best rapper ever since 2Pac
So I gotta stay focused to grow 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 Rollers"
And fuck money, I hate money
Money make a mothafucka act funny
Money separates me and you
And you're wack if you don't drive a Benz or a Beamer
Sounds bad but its true
Just imagine a dude with a bad attitude
No girl, no cash, so I act rude
Rappin' the truth when I'm up in the booth
That I'm in love with the money, cause I'm just like you

[Hook]
Money makes the world go round'
[Money makes the girls grin 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 broke
[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 all 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
Bougie 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 the 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 blow
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]