This is a song about "I love money"

Pail if u still love money better prepaid your pall

I swear, i kinda feel like she's slightly bizarre

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

I'm bi-polar, women know a nigga ain't an enemy

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

Ay yo come on, girlfriend i ain't no actor, really

All she want is one love, that money and that come with me

See i'm breathing for a purpose

Yet the things that i love

Then i said i had enough

All because i can't feel love

If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy

All she want is one love, that money and that come with me

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

I run for the money