[Verse 1: DropIt] Money make the world go round Money make them girl go wild Word gets round, that ya talk is cheap that you ain't worth ya word So if you wanna work put money in ya mouth I need ya word to be bond Worthy of working a verse with the Mon That's worth beemers and Bentleys and yachts and them helis And Drop's been ready to make all these songs Yall know the mixtapes on delay Girl says vamanos, Andele her bed got a view of the ocean You know that's where I wanna stay I'm on ok, yall can't f** with the mon-ar-kay If we make money our life gone be on display But that's the real price we'll pay for the price okay Wethere im in the movies or on a stage Emmy and Oscar and grammy all on they way I ain't running away and Dad like father like son I am f**ing amazing always Yeah I'm still ya son How could my talk be cheap with this silver tounge I Fill the cup, sip til I feel the sun, ya son wonder if she still the one But don't think about it too much, all white whip sh** too klu klux Get my crew a cut, f** you want im number like crew cuts They tripped on my shoes cause, them b**hes is too big to move in I pulled up britches, b**hes they pull up tryna move in slow Sit like a bhuddist and pray for music that moves my soul