This is a song about "Daddies money"

Perhaps it's just a fantasy

I heard that time is money

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

Not puckett but i hit it then i duck a bitch

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

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

They alll ran out of money.

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Im in it for the money

Blow up on this society

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

In other words i'm getting money

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs

Yup money talks, but for you money walks