This is a song about "Get money"

I used to have a nine to five

To get money you commit crimes

Bitch, i hit one button, my roof open like a hard spot

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

You get money from mowin-the lawn

Haven't seen the world in so long

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

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

What a sad sight, lookin’ at my gas light

Get money like trump and rappas alike

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

Ya hang out with the boy then it's money you get

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Thinking that in giving more money they get more nigga

My weed and my broad exotic with no seeds

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