This is a song about "Get dat money"

Get so much brain and money, enrich the dummy, aint it funny?

And every night, believe, we gon' leave with somebody

My god come before this bread

Then it's money you get

The battery packs and any bitch you ever kiss

You gotta know the motto get money then bitches

Get money, dump the riches

On the slow jam of love

And your loves in hindsight and you see everything its not

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

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

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

You really think the money will get you anywhere? nope

Chop his balls off and use his skin to make a baby coat

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

I gotta get it in, get that money and then,