This is a song about "Making this money"

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

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

You wasted my shit, making me write this

Fuck 2dopeboyz, all them niggas bitches

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

And we better than all these mutha fuckas up in this era

We think making a bunch of money, is what it means to succeed,

So they hurtin but what's for certain you can get you some heat

Hustle for money and making livings

Needed coke, needed dope, yea, i gave her a fix

Making critics pop a sadam on this shit

Im sayin one night my love is like that

"how money running this world?!"

Long as she come to me first