Money Rules The World Lyrics

Be cool baby okay., eh bitch come here, you out cha motherfucking mind come here I ain't throwin my pay away the fuck wrong with you bitch. nigga money don't grow on trees I work hard for this shit
You'll get lined up no day, use my head more then my dick keep my bank roll on my mind love my click more then my chick haters all over my shit then I slide more then I slip in and out then I dip all I been about was my gripLloyd Banks - Money Rules The World - http://motolyrics.com/lloyd-banks/money-rules-the-world-lyrics.html
Treat my dinner like it's my last hoping the car don't crash cause I'm high and drunk the wine and skunk gots me off my ass.ask any motherfuckas you want they know I'm hot I control the block and I hold the glock know just which words to use to get the hole pop
Lil niggas want doe or not they think I think I'm I'll I think they think the same fake niggas can't keep it real. soft niggas ganna wait their turn a real G ganna skip the line push you in the back and don't really care how you react cause he grip the 9.