This is a song about "Gurls money fantasys"

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

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

I live on the beach gurls outside bikinis in the street

Like you never did right? sort of like a black sheep

Yes, i'm sure we could all agree

I run for the money

Cash money, financial

She all that i can handle

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

Gone head an make that money

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

I've never been about the money, i'm never about the money

Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course

Yup money talks, but for you money walks