This is a song about "How to get that money"

I wake up every morning thinking to myself, i'm going to get some money.

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

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

I make money to get by but the governments taxin it,

Thinking that in giving more money they get more nigga

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

That you better know how to throw

Although thought that we would grow

They got money that they jumpin' on the pole to make

On these jealous ass coward cuz they evil and fake

Nigga i get it how i live and i live for money

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

Well go and get that money, i'll be right here chilling.

Get that money and my fuckin homies plotting on me

No snakes, royalty hating niggas don’t get no pussy