This is a song about "Love money"

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

Pail if u still love money better prepaid your pall

I'm tellen you one day these suckers gotta fall

Ironic cause your lipstick is red, of course

Yup money talks, but for you money walks

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Anint shit funny, for the money

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Its a war with the enemy

Don't sacrifice your morals for money

She aint an object but neither is money and ill have that free based love

Lord, forgive me, as a kid, i used to look at niggas jealous

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

And if money wasnt there love could always be that one fair trade to share