This is a song about "Getting straight to that money"

We getting money, you can face the facts

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

Cause' you'll be put on a bus going straight to hell, oh yeah does that shit

Come take a stab at it faggot, i pre-ordered your casket

She raised all that money to send me to university,

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

Hopin' that my niggas see

Not bad using that dope money

It's sad that you need me to set you straight

Hold up, wait, these nikes don't got no date

Guess it's something like your girl, nigga it ain't came yet

I know you're pissed and that this diss is gettin straight to your head

We're living in a fantasy

Gone head an make that money

Ready to watch? i'm a slip it in the tape deck

Never getting more money than a cashier's check