This is a song about "It s my money and i need it now"

Need it in my hands, and i need it in my pants

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

Easy baby. you the bomb and all, but i be damned if i do not land mine

It never crossed my mind, how much i improved from then to now and time to time

Now i need it just not to feel sick, yeah i'm gettin' by

We havin’ a celebration, love to stay high

I need it my way, i need 9 trays

If he don't show up, think i can take his place

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

Or should i pull my dick out right now and get it over with

And that´s how it has begun

Even when i'm sleep, i got vision

Crack cocaine they'll crack it get they money and stack it

Trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit

When i need it, go grab it, then battle with it and win,

Forever blastin'bitches ain't ready for this thug passion