This is a song about "C money and g money are so cool they like froyo and starbucks but not school"

I ain't bullshittin', i am chris barch here

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

I dont really shakespeare

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

I don't need your girl. man i got a lot

They sucking up your money,but not your cock

Money is nice but it has his place and still causes strife,

I guess she thought she'd get away, wouldn't hear the cries

I'm so over cryin, waitin and hopin playin the blame game

Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,

And i'm plantin money trees but they don't bring me stress

I swear to give you nothing less, nothing less

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

Funny how my niggas are obsessed with money, whips, and chains,