This is a song about "Making money on"

You light-years behind here

Making money was the ideal

That maybe we can slide intobut now you buriedrest nigga

Making money in manillas, but buying food stamps with a vista

I'm trying to take you where nobody going to pay you, kid

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

Throwing money up and making it rain/

Bring the hook,i think i need to spark again

I'm missing out on making everybody scream "whoa!"

Money got me pulling strings, i got that geppetto dough

But we know all the same people so we got to speak

Making money and living it swell just isnt cheap

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

You making it blatant you're tripping on layman's

Spending all my money on lids

To see me and my chicks in dkny kicks