This is a song about "Make more money with the homies"

Make money put it in the lobby

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

Gamble with homies breaking more ankles than just his

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

Mobbing with the homies and family

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Get that money and my fuckin homies plotting on me

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

I was so sincere like nas first name

No more money, no more fame

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh

Even with the money and the fame

I swear i'll never call you bitch again

When i pull up in that candy range

Peep game don't let the money make you change