This is a song about "Make money"

Put the money in boxes and sell it and still make profit,

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

Say hello to miss thang, i forgot yo name, she yellow

I make enough money to buy bullets to waste though

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

People say that i'm a bum, my parents make modest money,

We told him no dough then we go and get your bitch

Funny how some money make a bitch switch

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

Get lucky and make money fight niggas till shit bloody

I'm a baller, literally

If i can make them money

Talk sharp like a razor blade

There’s money to make

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

I make more money now than both my parents combined still,