This is a song about "Bob like the money"

And cash money supermarket like seth,

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess

So imma throw money in the air, like im tryin to pay the sky

So you she would hide cause she thought of me as a typical guy

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

You a lady boss, now you fly free

So dunn stay silent

And big money like hulk

Yes siree 'bob', i was thinking the same thang

Ben baller, six bottles, talk with such expensive slang

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

Let me rideuntil i get free

They stop the whole game everytime i come around

Got my pimpin game like im the money mike in the town.

These hoes ain't checking for no nigga with no vehicle

I be laughin' to the bank like the fuckin' money tickle