This is a song about "Countin money"

As i light one for ill will

Cash money, financial

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

That wasn't bullets, that was copies of bastard, you bitch

Don't sacrifice your morals for money

I just want somebody i can see

Countin money all day and we smoke dat bomb haze,

And hot dayscocking my heat shooting it sideways

Getting to the money

Let me rideuntil i get free

I heard that time is money

I'm a baller, literally

I know you're weak an secretly tweakin countin petals knowin you gonna lose

It's bedtime night night, im never phased i will have your style on the six o clock news

And some of the stuff i tried to do they had never seen

While you're countin sheep it's me who's creepin through your damn dream