This is a song about "In the money"

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Getting to the money

Coz the money of is in the hands of the president

I'm at the atm, spending like i ain't paying rent

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

It's rooted in the money that still locks the nation,

So imma throw money in the air, like im tryin to pay the sky

So you she would hide cause she thought of me as a typical guy

Cremate the money, put it in an urn

But with these words, i'm as free as an intern

Money in the bank gotta have

Crawls right down the crack of your ass

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

It's rooted in the money that still locks the nation,

Hide money in the nintendo

That's why she in the club like fuck it, though