This is a song about "Like and money"

I treat my money like its sacred

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

Hustle for money and making livings

She likes the way it hits her lips

Trust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did

The money and fame coming in due time, old friends like "happy belated"

Quietly becoming a top tier

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

And i'mma be honest she's the fliest here

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free