Get your favorite dress up for tonight's show
No tie, no curtain slack, a house crest
Well don't give it a thought
We're glad you came as you are
We just want you to enjoy your sight
Uh
Money make the world go
Money make these girls go
Block is hot, the world is cold
Your homies is lost souls
Uh, uh
Money make the world go
Money make these girls go
Block is hot, the world is cold
Your homies is lost souls
Might send ya to the crossroads
Trade your off, for some small gold
She cryin' in the Rolls but this the life she chose
Can't be so naive, you seein' that Ice on me
You know what that mean
You know this life and what it bring
Now is you really tryna be a team?
Really tryna win them championship rings
It's not a easy thing, though a breeze it seems
I get high on the beats and interpret my dreams
I find motivation in everythin', it's the life of a king
The crown is heavy G
Niggas risk anythin' to be, seen
In pictures next to niggas that they figure, wear some green
They worse than bitches, the coldest gold diggers
Smoke a whole ounce wit' ya then kill ya
But that's yo nigga (That's yo nigga)
Money make the world go
Money make these girls go
Block is hot, the world is cold
Your homies is lost souls
Send ya to the crossroads
Trade your life in, for some small gold
She cryin' in the Rolls but this the life she chose
Eastside
Keep the E in it, Chevy's on switches
Smokin' weed in it
Don't post it in your pictures
You can keep a secret, we can always kick it
I told her rule number one, don't talk about me 'round here
That shit there have em' suspicious
Hittin' switches on Chef Highway, dippin'
Loose lips sink ships
Money make the world go
Money make these girls go
The block is hot, the world is cold
Your homies is lost souls
They'll send you to the crossroads
Trade your life in for some small gold
Money make the world go
Money make these girls go
The block is hot, the world is cold
Your homies is lost souls
They'll send you to the crossroads
So here's me in the club playing Humphrey Bogart
Things can get really sticky after hours, so I bring in a little extra back-up
He thinks I'm gon' make him rich..
So he's worried, I'ma gonna get killed before he scores
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