This is a song about "Good money"

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Not bad using that dope money

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

Or maybe i'm just too good

Aye, hold your head homie, look

Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,

Wake up, turn on your tv and see my ass again

Champaign by your tub, rose pedals as she walk, you know the floor don't need to see you

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

Yessir, lets have a toast for the girls that you offer them ones but they ain't let you

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

I heard that time is money

But i kinda like your company