This is a song about "Getting my money"

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

Money in my pockets

And if you ain't getting money then boy you need to start

See we’ll be cool as long as you just play your part

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Getting to the money

We getting money, you can face the facts

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

Getting in touch with my mental.

I'm mental, it's instrumental

And, yeah, we heard you got it locked but like dem socks we on your heels

Takg there money, there getting dryer,im not a drug dealer i dont do deals

Yo, i'll bet she be back

My niggas getting mad

I live by the code: fuck bitches, love queen

Days consist of getting payed/ getting bred with my team