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Yah-yah, yah-yah, yah, yah Yah-yah, yah-yah, yah, yah Woah, hey Everyday I wake up Gotta get this cake up Lookin' at my life like Is this what it's made of? (made of) Money rule the world around me That's why it's on my mind Everyday I wake up Gotta get this cake up Lookin' at my life like Is this what it's made of? (made of) Money rule the world around me And now I realize... Money make the world go 'round Money turn your best friend down Money turn a good girl out Money make the sun go South And it make my self-esteem But it never take my dream life Money make the world go 'round Money turn your best friend down Money turn a good girl out SongtexteMoney make the sun go South And it make my self-esteem But it never take my dream life Tender love and care, I see the money with my left eye Rubber band man like my nickname T.I Labels wanna sign but the money so eh And the contract iffy so Brooklyn tell 'em see ya I'm most loyal to the most loyal You can't find dirt on me 'cause I'm not soil I wouldn't do much for money man (yeah) Aminé ain't your wonder man Now they all, women makin' calls Like "Aminé, do you got that paper? Let me hold it" Mama need a whip and my daddy need a crib Got a phone, lil nigga, why the fuck I need a Rollie? Black pepper chicken and chow mein, my favorite Sayin' you ain't racist really sound racist See money give a nigga rings Then when you get it everybody call you fake Cause when it all boils down Everything's a riddle Everything's fickle There's no satisfaction There's no satisfaction Cause when it all boils down Everything's fickle And little There's no satisfaction There's no Every day I wake up Gotta get this cake up Lookin' at my life like, is this what it's made of? (Made of) Money rule the world around me That's why it's on my mind Every day I wake up Gotta get this cake up Lookin' at my life like, is this what it's made of? (Made of) Money rule the world around me And now I realize Money make the world go 'round Money turn your best friend down Money turn a good girl out Money make the sun go South And it make my self-esteem But it never take my dream life Money make the world go 'round Money turn your best friend down Money turn a good girl out Money make the sun go South And it make my self-esteem But it never take my dream life My city never thought it'd make a nigga like me Young lil' nigga from the 503 I'm Tom Cruise, the rap game the couch from Oprah I'm here for my range, boy, not them Rovers Money make my world go 'round Money make my heartbeat pounce Ask God for a lot Success ain't 'bout the fame and how much jewels you rock Success is when I can tell my momma to quit her job Still poppin' Pellegrino cause my momma like my hero Now hoes give me head cause I make banana bread Young black boy, me, I were so rude Give me 40 acres with a Moscow Mule My Señorita boricua She smoke a lot of the reefer I need me commas on commas if rappers want him on feature I'm making Swiss beats so I beat it like an Alicia Money don't make you happy, it just makes you wanna get richer Cause when it all boils down The paper bring me pleasure There's no satisfaction There's no satisfaction There's nothing you can do to give me What I really need (There's no satisfaction) What I really need Money make the world go 'round Money turn your best friend down Money turn a good girl out Money make the sun go South And it make my self-esteem But it never take my dream life Aus Songtexte Mania