This is a song about "About the money"

She say that she celibate, i penetrate her mentally

I've never been about the money, i'm never about the money

You ain't know nothing about me and my money

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Im in it for the money

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

Randy don't always talk about money and drug

To legitimize the prize money

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

It has been 2 years now, and you're still lying about the money

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Dont care about how much monopoly money u stash

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

You're in the presence of a player, i'd rather be ya nigga

Where's your bars about money? for fuck sake you're from america,