BELLY - Money Makes The World Go Round lyrics

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Money makes the world go round

What goes up must come down

I saw you, you saw me

I saw you, you saw me

You was up and I was down

Now I’m up and you’re down

What goes up come down

Money make the world go round

Every town, every city, same song

Every block, every county, same song

Once I had the pop it was all eyes on me

I was born to pop, all eyes on me

Tennis shoes, braces, you niggas move is basic

Grand crew on cases, new illumination

I’m tryina touch the ceiling, bitch in the black drive

I’m going through customs, I still smell hot

Chinx and Belly, bitches had to tell you bump the dog, beg the valet

It ain’t shit you can tell me, nigga

Money makes the world go round

What goes up must come down

I saw you, you saw me

I saw you, you saw me

You was up and I was down

Now I’m up and you’re down

What goes up come down

Money make the world go round

Every town, every city, same song

Every block, every county, same song

Seven gold chains, Jesus hang off each one

Searching for a miracle, you need at least one

Try to find salvation through this last ounce

Couldn’t stomach what I witnessed, you were pass out

Put the key into ignition then I step out

Snatch the clip above the tray and blow my last cloud

Same nigga gain the world lose his whole self

Probably killed him on the spot, he should’ve chose hell

Cast the jewels in the fire, watch the gold melt

Clocking digits in the blizzard, it’s a cold hell

Indicted of conspiracy, but no relation to it

Wish you could’ve read the signs like the Masons do it

Frozen water in my crucifix, it’s unholy

Devil tried and locked me in but he couldn’t hold me

Honey gram where I used to keep my cross training

Feeling chills through the music, shit is cold lane

Money makes the world go round

What goes up must come down

I saw you, you saw me

I saw you, you saw me

You was up and I was down

Now I’m up and you’re down

What goes up come down

Money make the world go round

Every town, every city, same song

Every block, every county, same song

We in the big leagues and my team got a big lead

Six feet but I’m six three in that six three

I’m going sacrilegious ham

Aligning what I am and you’re my sacrificial lamb

God damn, my pack is louder than a pack of crow

Pass this shit around, you going down like pack you out

Backing now, I got half these bitches passing out

Passing up, tapping free drinks like it’s happy hour

She says she never wanna leave, you don’t got her

These other niggas fake, balling like the globe trotters

You probably think she’s yours but you don’t got her

She went soul searching and then came back with red bottom

Money makes the world go round

What goes up must come down

I saw you, you saw me

I saw you, you saw me

You was up and I was down

Now I’m up and you’re down

What goes up come down

Money make the world go round

Every town, every city, same song

Every block, every county, same song