This is a song about "Growing up and getting money"

This for my people that stressing whenever times is hard

And if you ain't getting money then boy you need to start

And if you ain't getting money then boy you need to start

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

These are al the symptoms of growing up in tha hood.

It's pain in my eyes but these yves saints blind you to look

Skipping class and growing cold

I say that the pool is closed

I'm that extreme, so haters complain

Throwing money up and making it rain/

Getting to the money

They say nothings ever free

I remember growing up, poor neighborhood.

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

Get up and grab your paper fore the money tree begins burning

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing