This is a song about "Get my money"

That hoover figg get the money shit

You don't mean that, you faggot

Talk about my money please and feelings might just get hurt

And have them peoples leakin' like they cd isn't mastered

How they stand there, cuffed up, patient

I got money mind and money on my wrist

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw

Shout outs to my philly hoes, told her drop that eagle low

I’m pushing that way where you came out as a baby

Get that money and my fuckin homies plotting on me

Get money, dump the riches

The way she walks and causes a fuss

To get money you commit crimes

Before we see it's hard to live

I keep my money neat neat

We can't catch the beat