This is a song about "Drugs love money"

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Music is done without love but is done for the money

Champaign by your tub, rose pedals as she walk, you know the floor don't need to see you

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

Good kids make bad grown ups

And get me some more drugs

Pail if u still love money better prepaid your pall

And my level is off, got a bigger cigar

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Of having so much drugs, so much drugs

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

No money, power, or drugs,

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

Thugs in their clothes, hustling with drugs to get love from the hoes

Destroying a set of lives just for ice, money, and drugs

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups