This is a song about "Bout the money"

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

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

Coming to me on the down low bout his money slim though

I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow

Lying bout the casualties

Five shots she ready to leave

Im in it for the money

God mc oh my god you gotta see

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

On they twitter writing novels, see

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

The ones talkin bout sex, money, && wrappers

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

We killin shows out in london like i'm on my grind

Hoes gossip while the real niggas on the grind

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