This is a song about "I want money and fame"

I want to make money off pure skill and talent,

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

No more money, no more fame

Straight shots don’t toast champagne

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

I want it all... all of the money

Let me rideuntil i get free

(fast) i want da money car door funny

I'm on my grind feeble, my music is either

Fame, money, and girls is what some people desire.

Even with the money and the fame

Well, brenda's barely got a brain

Even with the money and the fame

Fresh out the plane i couldn't even complain

Who dat, who dat? bitch i got that flame

Screaming your name. money,power and the fame.