[Intro: Raekwon, Method Man, Euro, DJ Drama]

What that nigga want, God?

Word up, look out for the cops though (Wu-Tang five finger shit, fam)

Cash ru-

Word up, two for fives over here, baby

Word up, two for fives, niggas got garbage down the way

Word up, know what I'm sayin'?

Cash rules everything around me, C.R.E.A.M., get-

Yeah (Uh), check this old fly shit out, word up (Euro)

(Cash rules everything around me) Take you on a natural joint

(C.R.E.A.M., get the money)

(Dollar, dollar bill, y'all) Here we, here we go, check this shit, yo

D5

[Verse 1: Euro]

I've been having these nightmares of losing time, with no reward

Momma would call the Lord, before she call the law

Then I went and found time in a Audemars

Time is money, so I spent it all trying to order more

They say beef is a poor man's sport

Behind the money, get that rhyme report, fuck it

[Chorus: Method Man]

Cash rules everything around me

C.R.E.A.M, get the money (Gangsta Grill, you bastards)

Dollar, dollar bill, y'all (Gangsta, Gangsta, Gangsta)

[Verse 2: Lil' Wayne]

Uh, I don't cut the work, droptop on 20's

Soon as I learned how to talk, I talked business

Nigga's ain't safe, all 9 innings

And to you, it's just change, I want every JC Penney

And I walk up in your funeral late, suit rented

Lift a mini skirt, get behind her like Benny

Goin' at your neck, get the rope, tie a noose

This a gut check, now who do I write it to?

I'm dirty like ENT, shout out to Murphy Lee

Gotta cut up the credit cards, plastic surgery

I'm a God, mercy me, I'm higher than Mercury

Smokin' on that strong, full of that Hercules

Bartender, hurry up, hurry up with my drink

Niggas pullin' capers like they come with a string

I'm standing over the stove with my gun in the sink

'Cause I don't know what niggas thinkin', but I know how they think

Uh, catch a skateboard to the jaw

I'm in that pussy, she in awe

And this here is my homeboy, Quick Draw McGraw

I'm even on both sides of the seesaw

You can get your head cut off with a saw, yeehaw

Kill you and your right-hand man, southpaw

Money over bitches, and above the law

Money over bitches, and above the law, money

[Chorus: Method Man & Lil' Wayne]

Cash rules everything around me (Ooh)

C.R.E.A.M, get the money

Dollar, dollar bill, y'all (Yeah, yeah)

Cash rules everything around me (Ooh)

C.R.E.A.M, get the money (Ooh)

Dollar, dollar bill, y'all (Ooh, yeah)

[Verse 3: Lil' Wayne]

Uh, pocket full of money, with a posse full of hitters

Black and white Porsches, like a Nazi with a nigga

Money make the world, 360

We throw them dollars up, them bitches better be frisbees

Pounds in the freezer, 50 rounds in the sweeper

Counter full of coke, naked bitch baggin' up

And if the bitch stealing, I know where her mama live

I love this shit so much, I got on a tux

Man, it's been a minute since I seen my nigga Bubba

Some niggas fade away, some niggas hit the jumper

Kidnap your niece, don't cry, call your uncle

We don't wanna hurt ya, baby, we just want your uncle

25 lighters on the dresser, yessir

I ain't hearin' that bullshit, I'm deafer than Leppard

Somewhere out wherever, they find your body severed

You know they findin' niggas guilty like they finding treasure

But get your money on occasions, I get too wasted

It's an occasion

I heard a nurse say, "Thank you for being so patient"

I know my nigga's got me, we good forever

Get the cheese nigga, please, avoid the shredder

Turning good to better, gotta pull it together

I wish that blood on the floor, was rose petals

Real gangstas die of old age

And old money, get paid, my nigga, Tunechi

[Chorus: Method Man]

Cash rules everything around me

C.R.E.A.M, get the money

Dollar, dollar bill, y'all

Cash rules everything around me

C.R.E.A.M, get the money

Dollar, dollar bill, y'all

Cash rules everything around me

C.R.E.A.M, get the money

Dollar, dollar bill, y'all

Cash rules everything around me

C.R.E.A.M, get the money

Dollar, dollar bill, y'all