This is a song about "Getting my money up"

I'mma sip moscato and you gon' lose them pants

We getting money, you can face the facts

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

In other words i'm getting money

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Bolt up my door lock, been hearing money talks

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

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

Tonights gonna be a fuckin' fight

I'm getting worked up and my head is light

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

Lil money i pay my own bills. shut ya eggs up for they rotten

Nothin going wrong just getting money saying it again in my song

She told me that the radio's been playing the same song all day long

If you a real nigga, you looking in the mirror

All my fans are getting pumped up- check the barometer