This is a song about "Fly flashy money getting"

Tried to warn the little nigga either stop or die

Wet cement open to ideas that'll fly/

Shit, caught up in your perfect world, you never heard me cry

Handed him her money, – sniffed -, and now she was fly

Uh the realest niggas are so fly

If you don't give a fuck, put your hands up high

Blow up on this society

Getting to the money

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

You act like you're so rich and flashy

Cause what is love if you ain't discover love at heart

And if you ain't getting money then boy you need to start

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

If we focused on our problems like we did on getting money, you'd think we'd get somewhere honey?

We getting money, you can face the facts

In the t.dot i'm a soldier with ranks