This is a song about "Get dat money"

And nothing else to get money for all their corporations off it,

Come close, catch a contact, i got a loud pack in my cargo pocket

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

Get up and grab your paper fore the money tree begins burning

Give us this day, our daily bread

Then it's money you get

So grab ya friends and let's take ya back to my house

If i can't get money i'd rather be down some pounds

That hoover figg get the money shit

Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, i'm not gay, faggot

The marathon of this game always changes in pace

Countin money all day and we smoke dat bomb haze,

Ill just get my money then clock the fags on my block

A couple posites i got,even penny'll stop

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

I started selling weed, didn't had a choice, needed to get money