This is a song about "In the money"

I don't kiss and tell, that's so middle school

The kid couldn't stick in class, the money made him drool

Oh how she love the gangstas, they love them green ones

Young money gone in the future helpful improvements

And in my mind's eye i see this place, the players go in fast

Yelling "yo look at my money, i got stacks in the bank!"

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Make money put it in the lobby

Money in my sight, i used to catch the elevator.

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

Getting to the money

Blow up on this society

Money from the safe in the back, stepped in waving the mac

Fuck what them niggas saying i hit whoever at bat

Walter payton mercedez, sweetness in every ride

From the honey to money with nothing comforting left in sight