This is a song about "Beein getting money"

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

If we focused on our problems like we did on getting money, you'd think we'd get somewhere honey?

Getting to the money

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Music is money, money isn't music

Guess you niggas wasn't listening, homeroom shit

And if you ain't getting money then boy you need to start

I step up in the spot, they get to working hard

Getting to the money

Let me rideuntil i get free

But that's what he liked her

Enemies getting closer.

Money bring pain,money bring gain

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

'cause we're getting paid, and they're getting pissed!

That ice be onto my neck and wrist