This is a song about "Let the money talk"

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge

Peep game don't let the money make you change

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Getting to the money

Never interrupt , i let my haters talk,

Shit don't stopcuz i can make that ass drop

Chillin' in pajamis, waitin' on the first

Jus let me sip this money to quinch my thirst

Talk shit about the clique,

This is the concrete

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

They get mad when i lay up in the porsche box

And i am one of one

Now let me talk to you son,

Control, your hoes, you let her talk to you crazy

Fuck sara lee, mrs. smith; you the pie lady