This is a song about "Ain t about the money"

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

What you doing when ross drop a hundred thousand

Got me shooting at a ghostsome call me crazy

In fact, lemme pass the mic to man big t"

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

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

You got friends how only cares about your money!

Of course i sometimes dream about the fame, the money

And them blacker girls ain't on the tube usually

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

They talk about the flash clothes, cars, money, cash hoes,

She say that she celibate, i penetrate her mentally

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

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

Ain t happenin!!! you bitches faker then 8 mannequins