This is a song about "Making money all d"

And start making all kinds of commotion

Bury your thoughts, take his head fuck him have at him

And start making all kinds of commotion

Mixed feelings cause now all the chicks feeling him

Walk that body, talk that body

Making sure that all the niggas see me

Young money, d-town's all star

Baby, you know who you are

Go to college, get a job, marry, have a kid

Cashing checks, making money, rinse and repeat is all i did

I want it all... all of the money

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry