This is a song about "Bout the money"

Gotta give it to you girl you're one of a kind

So now we 'bout to break the bank, money be on my mind

But it's way too soon to depart, money bout to enlarge,

Left my member's card and now this shit gon have an extra charge

I'm the trill og and i be out here on the grind

So now we 'bout to break the bank, money be on my mind

I'm everything that they call nice

Lying bout the casualties

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

Hopin' that my niggas see

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

All bout the game, nothin bout the cash

Just put your hand on the glass

Getting to the money

Perhaps it's just a fantasy