Intro: 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 

Chorus: Iyla 
You say cash rules everything around you, what about love? (La-da-da) 
You say cash rules everything around you, what about us? (La-da-da) 
You think ass rules everything around you, what about trust? (Oh-oh-oh) 
You say cash rules everything around you, you doing too much (La-da) 
And that's where you fucked up 

Verse 1: Iyla 
Focused on the wrong things 
You just tryna get a new coupe with some loose change and a bad bitch 
Just to say you hit it one night, saying, "Everything's okay" 
Spending money on some new shoes and a bottle, just to look cool 
Oh, you just do it for the like, you just do it for the Nike 
Saying that you want that wifey material 
But you psycho, yeah, you serial, Dyno-Bites 
Nevermind 
You don't get it do you? 
You don't get it do you? 

Chorus: Iyla
You say cash rules everything around you, what about love? (La-da-da)
You say cash rules everything around you, what about us? (La-da-da)
You think ass rules everything around you, what about trust? (Oh-oh-oh)
You say cash rules everything around you, you doing too much (La-da-da)
And that's where you fucked up

Verse 2: Iyla
You got a thousand excuses, you don't wanna be exclusive
Everyday it's a new mood switch, lights on, lights off (Off)
Either you in or you out (Out)
Lift me up or hold me down (Down)
Leave your dirt on the ground
'Cause you're lost up in the clout
You just do it for the like
Saying that you want that wifey material
But you psycho, yeah, you serial, Dyno-Bytes
Nevermind
You don't get it do you?
You don't get it do you?

Chorus: Iyla
You say cash rules everything around you, what about love? (La-da-da)
You say cash rules everything around you, what about us? (La-da-da)
You think ass rules everything around you, what about trust? (Oh-oh-oh)
You say cash rules everything around you, you doing too much (La-da)
And that's where you fucked up

Verse 3: Method Man
Hol' up now, I told ya, Miss Little-Over-the-Top
I'm at the point now I'm over it, is we over or not?
What's the point now in holding it? I'm just holding the spot
For the next man you've chosen or tryna throw in the box
The "cash rules" the slogan, you in your feelings, you hot
Got you caught up in that feeling that when you feel it, you shop
And the feeling that I'm feeling is shocked
Know how you feel about the guap, how would you feel if it stop?
Now you might think I'm taking shots and acting hood but it's not
Just tryna eat up all the goods before you spit in the pot, ha
No, you don't care about the things that I got
You only care about me giving everything that I got, okay

Chorus: Iyla
You say cash rules everything around you, what about love? (La-da-da)
You say cash rules everything around you, what about us? (La-da-da)
You think ass rules everything around you, what about trust? (Oh-oh-oh)
You say cash rules everything around you, you doing too much (La-da)
And that's where you fucked up

Bridge
You say cash rules everything around you, what about love? (La-da-da)
Man, forget the money (Cash rules everything)
(C.R.E.A.M. get the money, dollar, dollar bill, y'all)
You say cash rules everything around you, you forgot trust
Man, forget the money (Dollar, dollar bill, y'all)

Outro: Iyla
Cash rules everything around you, what about love? (La-da-da)
You say cash rules everything around you, what about us? (La-da-da)
You think ass rules everything around you, what about trust? (Oh-oh-oh)
You say cash rules everything around you, you doing too much (La-da-da)
And that's where you fucked up