This is a song about "Make this money"

Momma told him all that money will make you a fool

Ain't no doubt about it, hey girl, baby you cool

Make my money creatin' map, sounds pretty cray

I'm feedin her the light just like what the chorus say

Call this the money shot

You see him as a god

We got the money, now let's make it flip like gymnastics,

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

So even though you overcame doubt and ya livin' ain't bad

My rhyming could make money but i ain't paid for that,

"how money running this world?!"

Long as she come to me first

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

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

Trying to make money so my family could eat

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat