This is a song about "Daddies money"

Money bring pain,money bring gain

Searching for fortune and fame

But i kinda like your company

They alll ran out of money.

Boy im out here chasing money

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Gone head an make that money

Cos their mummies and their daddies left a foutune for their little craps

But on the other hand i don't understand why you got other plans

Cause some of you bitches funny

Getting to the money

I ain't got no money,

Hail mary nigga, run quick see