This is a song about "Lackin on the money"

You question wasting money on those papers at the store

And wonder why i ain't ever caught that feeling before

Money on the floor, throw it on a broad

Came from the bottom, aiming for the top

Got racks, ain’t talking tits

Spending all my money on lids

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

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Spendin money on machines,

Can barely walk the city streets

So now we 'bout to break the bank, money be on my mind

Go on, look for a better nigga: girl you can’t find

Now we 'bout to break the bank, money be on my mind

Hoes gossip while the real niggas on the grind

Now we 'bout to break the bank, money be on my mind

Not them 3 girls i got to be destiny's child