This is a song about "Hundreds cash money bills moolah fifties twenties"

Nah … i ain’t deaf in my ear

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

I don't sprint just boost when i feel

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

There ain’t no going back, don’t deny it, ‘cuz we know the facts,

I finally have some money man, most of the cash that flows through my hands

Ten ten ten twenties on ya titties bitch

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

Done be ashamed-it ain't no thang, i used to blow trees

So, don't fuck with i'm like al pacino in his early twenties,

Two bitches named tiffany i left them with a pair of kids

I'm a victim of the money, of the cash in the hundreds,

Fuck dirty money man my cash is clean, everybody braggin how they rap with speed

Sign a cdbut right now, does it look too shabby, t?look down can't even see my feet

Ten, ten, ten, twenties and the fifties bitch

With rhyming skills, you in amish village