Real niggas make the world go around
Real bitches make the world go around
All this money make the world go around
Makin moves get that paper out of town
Real niggas make the world go around
Real bitches make the world go around
All this money make the world go around
Makin moves get that paper out of town
Why you hatin bitch I'm tryna get it now
If you broke then don't try to tell me how
If you hatin pussy nigga you a clown
Hit yo city we gon shut that bitch down
She wanna dance tell her knock her self out
She got ass she gon bounce that bitch out
So many broads wanna f*ck on me now
I get the bag then I'm gon dip out
Give it away
F*ck out my face
Bag Back
Give me some space
I'm making deals
Running play
Blowing up bitch I'm on my way
Turn up for the set turn up for the set
Play with my respect bitch I cut cha neck
Smokin cali bud hit up my connect
Smokin on the best we don't f*ck with stress
Real niggas make the world go around
Real bitches make the world go around
All this money make the world go around
Makin moves get that paper out of town
Real niggas make the world go around
Real bitches make the world go around
All this money make the world go around
Makin moves get that paper out of town
Get down you hear that sound you see that smoke
Roll up a pound all loud hand it to me now
And we up we ain't coming down
I'm gone with it bad bitch yep with a zone with me
Hundreds they clone quickly
Bad boy no Diddy
Look how we winning 20's & 50's big ole tiddys
I want that nana I go & get it
She want that fiye fiye so I lit it yea
I got that popeyes no spinach yea
And I'm mob tied Nola Familia bitch
Hell nah I ain't quit man I'm too legit
If it don't make dollars it don't make rent
It don't make no f*ckin cents how I stack chips
You niggas need to get a grip Nola Fam bitch
Thats how we comin gotta get it gotta get it quick
Cause if you ain't making money it don't make sense
Real niggas make the world go around
Real bitches make the world go around
All this money make the world go around
Makin moves get that paper out of town
Real niggas make the world go around
Real bitches make the world go around
All this money make the world go around
Makin moves get that paper out of town
Q the Don - 360 Worldwide (feat. Doc Jsmoke) Lyrics
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Real niggas make the world go around
Real bitches make the world go around
All this money make the world go around
Makin moves get that paper out of town
Real niggas make the world go around
Real bitches make the world go around
All this money make the world go around
Makin moves get that paper out of town
Why you hatin bitch I'm tryna get it now
If you broke then don't try to tell me how
If you hatin pussy nigga you a clown
Hit yo city we gon shut that bitch down
She wanna dance tell her knock her self out
She got ass she gon bounce that bitch out
So many broads wanna f*ck on me now
I get the bag then I'm gon dip out
Give it away
F*ck out my face
Bag Back
Give me some space
I'm making deals
Running play
Blowing up bitch I'm on my way
Turn up for the set turn up for the set
Play with my respect bitch I cut cha neck
Smokin cali bud hit up my connect
Smokin on the best we don't f*ck with stress
Real niggas make the world go around
Real bitches make the world go around
All this money make the world go around
Makin moves get that paper out of town
Real niggas make the world go around
Real bitches make the world go around
All this money make the world go around
Makin moves get that paper out of town
Get down you hear that sound you see that smoke
Roll up a pound all loud hand it to me now
And we up we ain't coming down
I'm gone with it bad bitch yep with a zone with me
Hundreds they clone quickly
Bad boy no Diddy
Look how we winning 20's & 50's big ole tiddys
I want that nana I go & get it
She want that fiye fiye so I lit it yea
I got that popeyes no spinach yea
And I'm mob tied Nola Familia bitch
Hell nah I ain't quit man I'm too legit
If it don't make dollars it don't make rent
It don't make no f*ckin cents how I stack chips
You niggas need to get a grip Nola Fam bitch
Thats how we comin gotta get it gotta get it quick
Cause if you ain't making money it don't make sense
Real niggas make the world go around
Real bitches make the world go around
All this money make the world go around
Makin moves get that paper out of town
Real niggas make the world go around
Real bitches make the world go around
All this money make the world go around
Makin moves get that paper out of town
Real bitches make the world go around
All this money make the world go around
Makin moves get that paper out of town
Real niggas make the world go around
Real bitches make the world go around
All this money make the world go around
Makin moves get that paper out of town
Why you hatin bitch I'm tryna get it now
If you broke then don't try to tell me how
If you hatin pussy nigga you a clown
Hit yo city we gon shut that bitch down
She wanna dance tell her knock her self out
She got ass she gon bounce that bitch out
So many broads wanna f*ck on me now
I get the bag then I'm gon dip out
Give it away
F*ck out my face
Bag Back
Give me some space
I'm making deals
Running play
Blowing up bitch I'm on my way
Turn up for the set turn up for the set
Play with my respect bitch I cut cha neck
Smokin cali bud hit up my connect
Smokin on the best we don't f*ck with stress
Real niggas make the world go around
Real bitches make the world go around
All this money make the world go around
Makin moves get that paper out of town
Real niggas make the world go around
Real bitches make the world go around
All this money make the world go around
Makin moves get that paper out of town
Get down you hear that sound you see that smoke
Roll up a pound all loud hand it to me now
And we up we ain't coming down
I'm gone with it bad bitch yep with a zone with me
Hundreds they clone quickly
Bad boy no Diddy
Look how we winning 20's & 50's big ole tiddys
I want that nana I go & get it
She want that fiye fiye so I lit it yea
I got that popeyes no spinach yea
And I'm mob tied Nola Familia bitch
Hell nah I ain't quit man I'm too legit
If it don't make dollars it don't make rent
It don't make no f*ckin cents how I stack chips
You niggas need to get a grip Nola Fam bitch
Thats how we comin gotta get it gotta get it quick
Cause if you ain't making money it don't make sense
Real niggas make the world go around
Real bitches make the world go around
All this money make the world go around
Makin moves get that paper out of town
Real niggas make the world go around
Real bitches make the world go around
All this money make the world go around
Makin moves get that paper out of town
Writer: Quentin Coleman
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid