This is a song about "Got money"

I dont rack stacks i got pocket change drug money is whack,

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

Money got me excited, i’m coming four or five times

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

We got money so we ball out

And tell me why would we just think about

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Money rules this city,nobody got pity

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

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

Got her glued to my money like it's a dope nest

I skated all day, i just need some rest, i'm depressed

Hold your applause until the ceremony end

Cause money ain't a thing if i got it i won’t spend

You're uncool like my mother kin

Got so much money that's call inflation