This is a song about "Bands money"

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

Trigger being pulled, niggers in a ditch

I came up hungry

How to get my rent money

Spit that raw shit, y'all some talkative condoms, fall back

But the money don’t stack, man money overlap

Cuz the way her eyes glance like they playing in my pants

Gimme a hundred grand, don't need the rubber bands,

Then i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

Reaper why did you take away all of the good bands?

Ain't no gimmick with the flow

Bands will make her dance so baby go

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

Nigga i dont spend my money on weed i keep my bands up

Getting to the money

Perhaps it's just a fantasy