Rollin' ft. Masta Ace & O.C.
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Money makes the world go round
So watch a nigga rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'
I makes greenbacks on mean tracks it seems that
Life ain't nuthin' but phat cars and cream stacked
Two stories high, I wouldn't wanna die
Poor, broke and lonely, no joke I'm only
A hop, jump and skip from thirty
Gotta get my hands dirty if I wanna see cash that's gonna last
I hit you with a blast, straight from the heart
Yo where's the mass, gotta go for broke without a cast
Ain't shit changed but nickels and dimes to G notes
We floats in plush rides and crush prides
And jack fakers, crack makers never left the
Neighborhood, cash rules everything except me
That's what cream mean, it don't rule the mind
On Valentine's Day nigga you still couldn't find
The heart to try to step to, fuck with, mess with
You're desperate, stop bullshittin' and nigga let's get
All this dough like Pillsbury and I still bury
Wack rappers, in ninety-six kid I feel very
Confident it's my year too, and my tongue'll tear you
Keep rollin' in dough and son I hear you
Money makes the world go round
So watch a nigga rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'
Yeah, the slogan of ghetto dwellers and such
The phrase of an organized bank rush
Sittin' on top of the dome like Al Capone
Interceptin' drug carriers and takin' it home
Popularity can make you a buck
But nigga that shit is luck
Solidify your cash, you're the biggest guy
Got tooken out, the bitch caught a disease
Called the plague Saukrates, now who's got the G's?
Desperado, getaway cars hittin' the throttle
Pinchin' diamonds the size of the lotto
Any kind of hesitation, twenty-five to life you get
Come out kickin' Carlito 'cause you can't resist
In your world wife and kids become the minority
'Cause yen, francs, marks, and dollars are priority
On stage frontin' as if the mic makes all your cream
Before the time paid off the Sandman and saw your dream
Nigga quit it, you in it for the cash admit it
'Cause I did it and never gave a fuck for rap critics
Realize Corleone style, I know some niggas desperate
Would sell they mothers for a seven digit figure
Don't you get it? Nigga
Money makes the world go round
So watch a nigga rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'
Yo Sauk, yo Ace, what's up, money over there
Whippin' on the street like he just don't care
He's flamboyant see, annoyin', ignant nigga
Figured he gon' be rollin' all his life
Bein' the big bad bull motherfucker, what?
Sellin' drugs, you ain't nothin' but a sucker
Uh, carefree mode, your mind mad mushy
Intelligence all fuzzy
Get shot street nigga forgot who was he
Here to put things in perspective, do right
Don't defy laws of life, you'll be deceased or arrested
Mastermind design you had to assign Swiffa
Madman dream of a major alliance
Your world revolves around gold, cars and diamonds
Sluts and scars, braggin' behind bars
'Til wake up call, face off the jail bully
Takin' your manhood as though you had a pussy
Come home see your man, now the lies arise
Tellin' your man you was fightin' niggas twice your size
Your conscience is feelin' it, sippin' a brew
Two ways you got screwed, by the system and a stiff one
Mental swollen, your manhood stolen
Wrecked and got dug out for the price of rollin'
Money makes the world go round
So watch a nigga rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'