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Round The World
Young Thug, Juice WRLD
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Some people say it's folly, but I'd rather have the lolly
With money, you can make a smash
There is nothing quite as wonderful as money, money, money, money
There is nothing like a newly minted pound (money, money, money, money)
Everyone must hanker for the butchness of a banker
It's accountancy that makes the world go 'round, 'round, 'round, 'round
You can keep your Marxist ways, for it's only just a phase (ah, ah, ah, ah)
Money, money, money makes the world go 'round
Who made the beat? Charlie (yee)
Monte Carlo, big sharks on my ankles (Monte Carlo)
I drape out all my broads, Cartier bangles (Cartier bangles)
I go military boys with the angles (grrah-grrah-grrah, phew-phew)
Gotta upgrade the stars, outer space for me (yeah)
Lotta blue cash in a rubber band (a lotta blue cash in the rubber)
Mount it on her ass, she in Barbie land (she in Barbie land)
Tropicana diamonds, rock 'em by the tens (by the tens)
I'm just drinkin' Act', Kurt Cobain (uh)
Money on your dawg, they get pussy wet (grrt)
On the sidewalk like he gettin' a tan (grrah)
I grow micro-soft drinkin' oxygen (grrah-grrah)
Bitch, I been a boss since a goddamn kid (woo)
Hop out on the block with it (with it)
Make him do the cha-cha-cha (woo, skrrt)
I rode the Dropbox with your bae and I got my rocks off (woo, got my rocks off)
She sucked the socks off of me and they was Gucci (woo)
I bent her over in the Bentley Spur and I didn't eat her coochie (on God)
I'm livin' life as a pimp (yeah)
I'll put a bitch on your shrimp (yeah)
I'm high in the sky like a blimp (high)
Ooh, I'll cop a Rolls-Royce first attempt (skrrt)
What's the definition of real? Yeah, yeah, yeah
When you kneel, yeah, yeah, yeah
You just showin' you steal, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah (let's go)
Monte Carlo, big sharks on my ankles (Monte Carlo)
I drape out all my broads, Cartier bangles (Cartier bangles)
I go military boys with the angles (grrah-grrah-grrah, phew-phew)
Gotta upgrade the stars, outer space for me (yeah)
Lotta blue cash in a rubber band (a lotta blue cash in the rubber)
Mount it on her ass, she in Barbie land (she in Barbie land)
Tropicana diamonds, rock 'em by the tens (by the tens)
I'm just drinkin' Act', Kurt Cobain (uh)
Fresh to death, Gucci on my tomb
My chopper sing, it need autotune
Bad b- in my hotel room
Take a Perky right before we f-, then act a fool (fool)
Sad money, I got blue face diamonds
I'm at the top, and I'm gonna keep on climbin'
I got a - on my hip, no silence
I want these niggas ahead of violence
My mama told me, "Don't trust nobody"
Damn, mama, you seen it coming (woo)
That's why I don't keep this heat for nothin'
Try me, then you're gettin' one (on God)
Plus one (yeah), and a couple more, uh (yeah)
Thirty shots when I am all done (slatt)
Right, right? Did I do the math right? (Money, money, money)
Stomp 'em out, wrath in my Rafs, feel my wrath (yeah, let's go)
Monte Carlo, big sharks on my ankles (Monte Carlo)
I drape out all my broads, Cartier bangles (Cartier bangles)
I go military boys with the angles (grrah-grrah-grrah, phew-phew)
Gotta upgrade the stars, outer space for me (yeah)
Lotta blue cash in a rubber band (a lotta blue cash in the rubber)
Mount it-, she in Barbie land (she in Barbie land)
Tropicana diamonds, rock 'em by the tens (by the tens)
I'm just drinkin' Act', Kurt Cobain (ayo)
Money, money, money, money makes the
Money, money, money, money makes the
Money, money, money, money makes the world go round
Money, money, money, money, money, money, money
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