Nothin' 2 Show(Cold World) Lyrics

Money runs the world need my pockets swole

Hustled all your life got nothing To show

We be outside you niggas tucked in

Her mouth like vacuum stay getting sucked in

If you suckas want problems nigga what's up then

It really was nothing you made it something

We be in the streets like a yellow cab

Money or Bitches? I rather make the scratch

Only for family I'll take the rap

She told me she love me now wants to take it back

Because I'm a dog but she already knew though

I fucked her friends but they still keep it cool though

My chopper old but still kicking like Judo

Sell after sell need my pockets on Sumo

Money runs the world need my pockets swole

If a bitch for the streets learn how to let her go

Hustled all your life got nothing to show

Only thing promised is death the world is cold

Money runs the world need my pockets swole

If a bitch for the streets learn how to let her go

Hustled all your life got nothing to show

Only thing promised is death the world is cold

Sell after sell I need my pockets bigger

She cry over love I ain't got shit to give her

Nothing to offer just a broken heart

You know what's coming like a movie you know all the parts

I want all the smoke like Cuban cigars

Shots like a open bar leave you with open scars

Bullets enter but they don't exit out

Grind until we get it and have X amount

Money runs the world everybody needs it

Many nights flirted with death fucked around and cheated

But it's the only promised so she will catch up

Coordinate with my pistol we always match up

Money runs the world need my pockets swole

If a bitch for the streets learn how to let her go

Hustled all your life got nothing to show

Only thing promised is death the world is cold

Money runs the world need my pockets swole

If a bitch for the streets learn how to let her go

Hustled all your life got nothing to show

Only thing promised is death the world is cold