"Money Moves The World" lyrics - LLOYD BANKS

I ain't throwin' my pay away, fuck wrong with you bitch
Nigga money don't grow on trees, I work hard for this shit
Won't get lined over no clit, use my head more than my dick
Keep my bankroll on my mind, love my clip more than my chick
Hating hoes all on my shit, and I slide more then I slip
Slip in and out then I dip, all I been about was my grip
Treat my dinner like it's my last, hoping the car don't crash! (why?)
'Cause I'm high and drunk, Hawain skunk guides me on my path
Ask any motherfucker 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 hoe to pop
Little niggas want doe or not? They think I think I'm ill
I think they think the same, fake niggas can't keep it real
Soft niggas ganna wait their turn, a real G gonna skip the line
Push you in the back and don't really care how you react
'Cause he grips the nine
Nigga I'm living fine, my car and my crib is mine
Why should she have her piece? I'm not the marriage kind (naaah!)

[Chorus:]
Money moves the world, Money moves the world! (NEW YEAR!)
Money moves the... Money moves the world! (same ol' nigga!)
Money moves the world! Money moves the world! (Mind on bank roll, nigga!)
Money moves the... Money moves the world! (You could sting the whole nation!)
Money moves the... Money moves the world! (The doe makes anything come!)
Money moves the... Money moves the world! (Hoes make money anything goes!)
Money moves the world! Money moves the world! (2008 flow!)
Money moves the... Money moves the world! (YEAH!)

Pussy comes with paper, 'cause paper moves the world
One look at a good bank account will make you lose your girl
She looks good, with no doe, I trick off on no hoe
I'm game tight, you so, so, nigga what do you work for?
You know me, purple tree, break a bitch, a bitch won't break me
That's not my reputation, Shorty I fuck for free
Take you from bad to good, teach you from right from wrong
Show you the finer things, beat you from night to morn'
Shout out to all my exes, they help me write this poem
From Atlanta to Texas, the shit they like to show him
My hairs blowing, my windows all the way down
You love her more than you love you
And she's nowhere to be found

[Chorus:]
Money moves the world! Money moves the world! (uh!)
Money moves the... Money moves the world! (YEEEEAH!)
Money moves the world! Money moves the world! (You know!)
Money moves the... Money moves the world! (How it go!)
Money moves the... Money moves the world! (Still M.O.B doe!)
Money moves the... Money moves the world! (hahaha!)
Money moves the world! Money moves the world!
Money moves the... Money moves the world! [gunshot rewind]