This is a song about "Its the money"

Anint shit funny, for the money

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Bro's got grudges for money its funny they loved me but rushed to the cold

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

And yes money does grow on trees if you know the right people its also free

I told her this here's overrated but i love your city baby

I run for the money

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

Im trill like bill gates money times twenty/   its funny/

Hide money in the nintendo

Who real bitches check me out though

Man in the race for souls for money

Hail mary nigga, run quick see