This is a song about "Arab money"

Shit with our whole family

That's why i'm after this money

I'm a baller, literally

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

I run for the money

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Hustle for dis country money

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

I came up hungry

That i have all the money

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,