This is a song about "Get u some money"

I gotta teach hoes

Drink some shit, money blows,

Get money, dump the riches

But i guess that shit's just tough love

Gas women then return ‘em like a rental car

Pail if u still love money better prepaid your pall

Be shy when we're all alone

If u wanna get home

This ain't fuckin algebra! grab that canister of money and get some new stamina/

From you. you're the one holding me back at the club or maybe the pub down the

Hope u get your self into some serious fender so you won't

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

Funny how some money make a bitch switch

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch

U took all my money and ran away...

She ain't trippin off nuttin’ nobody else say