This is a song about "I be gettin money"

But i wont be playin catch up or gettin mash up,

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

I came up hungry

I heard that time is money

That'll be never bitch, i'm only gettin' better

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

I'm gettin paper, yeah i get paper,

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

That remix flow, mocco bread, pg though

My money don't fold i'm gettin' this dough

I figured out that it don't matter for real

And we gettin' money, over here,