This is a song about "Floyd money maywea"

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

Blow up on this society

Getting to the money

She all that i can handle

Cash money, financial

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

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

Gone head an make that money

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

What them tippers don't see

Going off on this track blowing up like floyd

Know i had to do a jay dilla joint

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit

Music is money, money isn't music