Somebody told me money rules the world, I know you heard that *** Money the root to all evil, blessings to murder *** I slave away for ten hours a day at work and just finally got my check But the ATM isn't working, ***, oh there it go Damn, it's hot as hell Punched in a pin code and grabbed a hundred dollar bill I snatched it up and went back to my wills Hit up the plug and said I know you got some bud, I need that with some pills Meet me outside the gas station on Park Ave, I'll be waitin' And put the cash in the glove compartment as I sat waitin' Damn, yo where this nigga at? Bought the lightest cigarette while I, oh, there he go Opened up the glove compartment, told him relax, just come around the driver's side And act normal like we ain't makin' a transaction Take that, I dapped him up and got the slide in He crinkled it up, walked off, then put it in his pocket Off to the strip club with some drinks and some orders He pulled that hundred out his pocket, uncrinkled the corners Stage side watchin' this one bitch shakin' and twirlin' Busted it open all exotic and maybe she foreign She makin' eye contact, she got on eye contacts She see that Benjamin Frank, she keep her eyes on that She's thinkin' I want that, he takes a sip from his glass She bend over, he slap her ass and put some ones in her crack He whispered in her ear, how long are you here? Tell me you single, oh, you got a man? ***, I don't care, tell him I'm queer Say my name is Susan in your contacts Huh, and *** your relationship, I ain't worried about that Heh heh heh, can I use that red marker, sir? Let me write my number on this hunnid for you Make sure you hit me up when your boyfriend can't do nothin' for you 508-507-2209 She got home and opened her purse soon as she gets in the door Countin' them dollars, smokin' tree while she sit on the floor I don't think she like how this *** make her feel But you gotta do what you gotta do when it's time for payin' bills For real, she wanna get high now, uh Grabbed a Benjamin off the floor, she feelin' alive now, uh Few grams of coke on the table, that's for right now, uh She rolled a hunnid up, then stuck it up her nose like That's what you call heaven's door That's what you call Snow White, the white without seven dwarfs She threw a hunnid back in her purse and handed down to the store She need the blunts for the gas, she need the gas for the Ford She need the eggs and some dill, she need the cheese and some milk She need a change What number is that? I said what number is that on the bill, what is that? Yeah, it's in red, it's like a phone number, what is this? Nevermind Ay, ay, don't you make one mother***in' move Empty that register, I know you don't need my help Hurry the *** up, look, don't make me repeat myself Give me the cash, follow instructions, don't be ***in' movin' Cause I hate to kill you over something stupid Now hand me the bread and place your hands on top of your head Take my tough advice, turn around and count to a hundred if you love your life Now keep it a hunnid Keep it a hunnid Keep it a hunnid One hunnid Keep it a hunnid Somebody told me money rules the world, I know you heard that *** Money the route to all evil, blessings and murder *** He put that hunnid inside a collection plate on Sunday too Hopin' to take away your sins, maybe someday soon But anyway, they covered the plate and just continued prayin' At the church, the pastor opened it up and started sayin' Lord, forgive me, but I need this, I've been really static Then he grabbed that hunnid off the top and started starin' at it Held it up to see if it's real or fake Then looked around to make sure nobody was lookin' And then he took it, damn Off to the streets with the Lord, off to go find him a *** A hunnid bucks and a dash, and now he ridin' the course He see some bitch on the corner, he told her hop in the car And then she opened the door Yo, hurry the *** up, I ain't tryna get caught up They continue drivin' and stuff, lookin' for a spot in the cut How much for head? A hunnid And how much for ***? A hunnid Damn, a hunnid? Come on, that's not a lot *** Why you playin'? Nah, I'm just sayin', that's a lot, bitch Like, you gotta come down, damn Now she makin' eye contact, she got on eye contacts She see that Benjamin Frank, she keep her eyes on that She's thinkin' I want that, he pulls a stick out his pants Ooh, God, it's good Transaction complete, then she went back to the streets Back to the cash with the leash, she back to get back on her knees And she don't like how this *** make her feel But you gotta do what you gotta do when it's time for payin' bills For real She wanna retire soon, she swear to God She looked up and seen the hand of God Oh my God Forgot she had a pimp, that nigga been lookin' for her ass for days He took every single dollar and left her eye black and gray He be on the corner jammin', gettin' drunk, thatta way 7-Eleven gamblin', throwin' all his cash away, yeah Some say that money ruled the world, I know you heard that *** Money, the root to all evil, blessings of murder *** Yeah, that pimp just lost that hunnid dollars in a dice game Yeah, that pimp just lost that hunnid dollars in a dice game Yeah, that pimp just lost that hunnid dollars in a dice game He said, I shoulda just bet that *** on tonight's game But whatever, nigga, nice game The homie who won it walked off with the hunnid That opened up his wallet, stuffed it inside, then put it in his pocket Started stompin' and runnin', feelin' so good, started hoppin' and jumpin' Money floppin' and rumblin', his eyes as big as a smile No stoppin' him from the prowl, he joggin', skippin' around Till his wallet fell to the ground A hundred, stick it halfway out, in the back of a halfway house For like three weeks, but don't even ask me how, check it A homeless man walks by, sees a wallet, opens his eyes And then grabs it, opens the check with his side, and to his surprise It's money, a couple dollars, a hundred bills with some writing A number written in red, if he had a phone, he would call, but he doesn't So he said, *** it, it's mine, and I'm really hungry and thirsty I want some beer or beef jerky, maybe some 10% juice Hm, and if the store's open, I need some cigarettes too True We walk into the same store on the block Just so happen to be the same exact store that got robbed What a coincidence, that *** is just as weird as I thought The clerk rang him out and said, that'll be $18.25 Then he held that hundred out with a red number written on top Then everything stopped Yo, what's up? This is Joyner I'm unable to take your call right now Leave me a brief message and I'll get back to you Peace Mr. Lucas, Officer Michael Bradley with the Worcester Police Department Trying to get a hold of you now, this is the third time calling Need to speak to you with regards to some serious charges Either get back to me as soon as possible Or we will be showing up at your door with about 10 officers and some handcuffs Choice is yours