This is a song about "Get dat money"

Nigga i get it how i live and i live for money

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

You get money from mowin-the lawn

We at the top where we belong

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

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

Swear a niggas draws be on some stupid neiman marcus shit

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

Countin money all day and we smoke dat bomb haze,

When the relay starts i’m a runaway slave

Fo' twenty get ya head outta them young money beats,

My weed and my broad exotic with no seeds

The only team more powerful? sasha and malia family

But i gotta get it gotta focus on that money