This is a song about "Countin money"

As i light one for ill will

Cash money, financial

You sleepin countin sheep while im recording to a great beat,

She tell me i got that flame, your rhymes are so deep

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

To legitimize the prize money

Blow up on this society

Hustle for dis country money

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

How to get my rent money

What them tippers don't see

But i'm still countin' leu like my name, a spatula,

Watch this, hey quik let me see them binoculars, nigga