World Is Ourz Lyrics – Key Glock

[Intro]

Yeah

Ayy

[Chorus]

Fu*k this money, I got respect, I got power

I’m cutthroat and I’m coldhearted, ’cause these n!ggas sour

I used to sleep up on the floor, but now it’s money showers

The man in the mirror told me that this world is ours, yeah

Fu*k this money, I got respect, I got power, yeah

And I can’t trust these b!tches, I blame me if I read the Bible, yeah

My cousin was a mastermind, he got rich off of flour (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

You know if it ain’t ’bout no dough, then that s*it don’t even matter (Dough, yeah)

[Verse 1]

I’m ’bout my cheddar, I’m ’bout my cheese, yeah, that guap, ho, yeah

All black Richard Mille, this s*it look like charcoal, yeah

Got different color diamonds on me looking like an art show, yeah

N!ggas say they ’bout it-’bout it, but they really not, though (Fu*k)

I done fu*ked around and turned my front yard to a car show, yeah

My homeboy fu*ked around and he turned into an opp (Damn)

Despite the s*it we been through, n!gga, I’ll still put you in a pot

If don’t nobody else know, you know why they call me Glock (Glizzock, yeah)

[Chorus]

Fu*k this money, I got respect, I got power, yeah

I’m cutthroat and I’m coldhearted, ’cause these n!ggas sour, yeah

I used to sleep up on the floor, but now it’s money showers, yeah

The man in the mirror told me that this world is ours (Yeah, yeah)

Fu*k this money, I got respect, I got power, yeah

And I can’t trust these b!tches, I blame me if I read the Bible, yeah

My cousin was a mastermind, he got rich off of flour (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, yeah)

You know if it ain’t ’bout no dough, then that s*it don’t even matter (Dough, yeah)

[Verse 2]

I’m ’bout to lay the smackdown on this b!tch, piledriver (Ayy)

And if they lacking in the car, my n!gga, hit the driver (Let’s go, fah)

Young n!ggas going hard, V!agra, Pfizer, yeah

Ayy, my lil’ bro, he smart as fu*k and he’s a true slider

Fu*k this money, I got respect, I got power

Fu*k these hoes, too, they all ours, yeah

I’m Glock Brady, n!gga blew it like the Falcons

I’m from the South Memphis jungle, n!ggas wilding

[Chorus]

Fu*k this money, I got respect, I got power, yeah

I’m cutthroat and I’m coldhearted, ’cause these n!ggas sour, yeah

I used to sleep up on the floor, but now it’s money showers, yeah

The man in the mirror told me that this world is ours (Yeah, yeah)

Fu*k this money, I got respect, I got power, yeah

And I can’t trust these b!tches, I blame me if I read the Bible, yeah

My cousin was a mastermind, he got rich off of flour (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, yeah)

You know if it ain’t ’bout no dough, then that s*it don’t even matter (Dough, yeah)