[Saukrates]
Ha, ha
Rollin`, rollin`, rollin`
Ha, ha
Rollin`
Rollin`, rollin`, rollin`
[Chorus - Saukrates]
Money makes the world go round
So watch a nigga
Rollin`, rollin`, rollin`
Money makes the world go round
So watch a nigga
Rollin`, rollin`, rollin`
[Masta Ace]
yo, yo, I makes green backs of mean tracks,
It seems that life aint nuttin `but phat cars
And dreams that stack two stories high
I wouldnt wanna die, po broke and lonely
No joke I`m only a hop jump and skip from 30
Gotta get my hands dirty
If I wanna see cash thats gon last
I hit you wit a blast, straight from the heart
Yo where`s the math, gotta go for broke without a cast
Ain`t shit changed but nickels and dimes to G notes
We floats in flush rides and crush prides and jack fakers
Crack makers never left the, neighbourhood
Cash rules everything except me
That`s what cream mean, it don`t rule the mind
On valentines day nigga, you still couldn`t find
The heart to try to step to, fuck wit
Mess wit, your desperate, stop bullshittin` nigga and lets get
All this dough like Pillsbury and I still bury
Wack rappers, in 96 kid I feel very confident its my year too
And my tongue will tear you
Keep rollin` in dough and son I hear you
[Chorus]
[Saukrates]
(Make money) the slogan of ghetto dwellers in such
(Take money) the phrase of an organized bank rush
Sittin on top of the dome like Al Capone
Interceptin` drug carriers and taking they home
Popularity can make you a buck but nigga that shit is luck
Solidify, your cash you`re the biggest guy
Got tooken out, the bitch caught a disease
Called the plague Saukrates, now who`s got the g`s
Desperado, get away cars hittin` the throttle
Pinchin` diamonds the size of the lotto
Any kind of hesitation 25 ta life you get
Come out, kickin` Carlito cuz you can`t resist
In your world wife and kids become the minority
`Cause yens, franks, marks and dollars are priority
On stage frontin` as if the mic makes all your cream
But Father Time paid off the sandman and saw your dream
Nigga quit it, you in it for the cash admit it
Cuz I did it, and never gave a fuck for rap critics
Realize Corleone style, I know some niggas desperate
They`d sell they mother for a seven digit figure
Dont you get it...
[CHORUS]
[O.C.]
Yo Sauk, yo Ace, what`s up wit money over there
Whippin` on the street like he just don`t care
He`s flambouyant see annoying,
Ignant nigga figure he gonna be rollin` all his life
Being the big bad bull motherfucker, what!
Sellin` drugs, you ain`t nuttin` but a sucka, uh
Can`t free mold your mind mad mushy, intelligents all fuzzy
Get shot street nigga forgot who was he
Hit it to put things in perspective
Do right, don`t defy laws of life and be deceased or arrested
Mastermind desgined you had thru a science giver
Mad man dreams of a major alliance
Your world revolved around gold, cars and diamonds
Sluts and scars , draggin behind bars still
The wake up call, face off the jail bully
Takin` your manhood, as thought you had a pussy
Come home seen your man, now the lies arise
Tellin` your man you was fightin niggas twice your size
Your conscious is feelin` it, sippin` a brew
Two ways you got screwed, by the system and a stiff one
Mental swollen and your manhood stolen
Wrecked and got dugout for the price of rollin`
[CHORUS X2]
