This is a song about "Money a"

Money runs like a golden river

Like my flow ain't cold like a new york winter

But i took a fly route to an opposite shore

Money can change a girl from a poor to a whore

The therapist nicknamed me kid cudi, i killed my fifth buddy

We all have a dream like king said about a bit of money,

Never getting more money than a cashier's check

So im like fuck it, im out get on your head

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Making her money she drive a mercedes

But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave

Tryin'a keep up with my mind, and you wonder why

Whoever said time is money, told a goddamn lie

Woodstock though, couple bands on the floor

Money is worst than a war