This is a song about "Get my money up"

Kids don't get beat up for lunch money nowadays

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

Get that money and my fuckin homies plotting on me

Highest form of respect, if you say you're not ready

Get money, dump the riches

Here i go again, falling in love

To get the green into my hands, the money trees i recognize,

Let me enter your life, lady we can spill our rice

Perhaps it's just a fantasy

How to get my rent money

Mo money mo problems when i get it i'm a pile it up

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

Nigga i dont spend my money on weed i keep my bands up