This is a song about "Cursing bmw lashanti money"

They alll ran out of money.

God mc oh my god you gotta see

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

Money bring pain,money bring gain

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

You a lady boss, now you fly free

You was tired of the cursing

How they say that we not working

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

Is the chick ain't even have brains, dummy like a bitch

Hold up lemme get on, step up in the both and i put my game on.

I'll be cursing out like the people on internet talking about islam

Music is money, money isn't music

P.s eh i ain't trying to nit pick

I like rollin' with friends

With you the cursing never ends