This is a song about "Me having money"

Thinking of having a quick trip three, split me 50/50, lift me

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

So give me all your money and don't try nothing funny

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Would u still call me yours if i had no money?

It's outrageus, people not having money for food

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute

My dough in flipmode, what up to busta rhymes

Money got me excited, i'm coming four or five times

Catch me out in bourbon screamin' "money ain't a thang"

Make foes wanna get him slain, these hollows will twist ya, man

Coming to me on the down low bout his money slim though

I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

She loved seeing me having a hard time trying to breathe.