This is a song about "Gimme your money"

Well guess what, i probably got more money than your lousy ass

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

You fake like money your a counterfeit

It's cause of you, see, you let him do that

Your money is spent on rap so you cant pay your rent

Sorry mark i don’t want offend your sisters good friend

We can count the stars on the hood in your father's car

Pail if u still love money better prepaid your pall

Teach me your ways, gimme the lessons with no glaze

It came to the point he couldn't look 'em in the face

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

Y u cryin? "gimme back my back" no bitch its mine, i rap not for your souls

Where's your bars about money? for fuck sake you're from america,

Hell yeahwould you kill for me nigga?on my grandmother, nigga