This is a song about "Love sex money"

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

I call heads, but i get sex/

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

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

I love the money but i hate the cheese

She looks better than beyonce, alicia keys

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

But i was plotting on you, i really wish that i'd have got to know you

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Looking for dangerously hot nigga's and safe sex

All she want is one love, that money and that come with me

Are you shallow cause if not i'll take it deeper baby

Convertibles with turbo jets

All the girls wanna have sex

Music is done without love but is done for the money

And them blacker girls ain't on the tube usually