This is a song about "Makeing money"

They alll ran out of money.

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

But i kinda like your company

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

That's why i'm after this money

I’m tryna be low key

Cash money, financial

That’s only if they handle

I ain't got no money,

What them tippers don't see

When i arrive the whole town gets sunny

Don't sacrifice your morals for money

No smilescause ain't a thing funny

Boy im out here chasing money