This is a song about "Fucking bitchs getting money"

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

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

Or try to fill the shoes of an invisible pair

Wavy-haired, my skin got a money getting glare

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?

And, yeah, we heard you got it locked but like dem socks we on your heels

Takg there money, there getting dryer,im not a drug dealer i dont do deals

Getting so fucking wasted you don't show up to shows

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

She swallowing killa cause she love the taste

You owe the money ho now your getting tamed

And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart

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