This is a song about "Git money"

To legitimize the prize money

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that

But the money don’t stack, man money overlap

If i can make them money

Yes, i'm sure we could all agree

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Ain't like my job or guys i employ

Git out my face looking boy

Music is money, money isn't music

No bullshit, i'm mike with the mic

I run for the money

Blow up on this society