This is a song about "Getting to the money"

We getting money, you can face the facts

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

Gave yo girl a cash shower getting money every hour ill skin you to yo bones

Without choice or hope to voice our own noiseless mope of far away homes

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

See, the love is gone with one another, it's hard

Thought that getting money was the only payment

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

I be laughin' to the bank like the fuckin' money tickle

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

And if it's getting obvious i'm on to the opposite

If you still gon' be on some crooked-ass nigga shit

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art

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

Hustle from regis and kelly into the late show

Im getting ready to fuck up the industrys status quo