This is a song about "Got money"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I ain't got no money,

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

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

I got money dripping from my pockets.

So here i am at the store for some chips

Got a lot money, no mouldy meat

More money that mean less sleep

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

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

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

Light girls if it's black they attract to usually

In her defense she a part of the crowd

We got money so we ball out

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

Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend