This is a song about "Money all day"

For a perfect mother’s day

Take all money away...

Chill with my crew on blacc friday

They smoke there blunts all day....

It came to the point he couldn't look 'em in the face

Countin money all day and we smoke dat bomb haze,

I am marvin with mind, but i listen to wayne

It's same shit everyday, day after day, all the same.

Spending all my money on lids

Look, need to call it quits

We used to stay there all day

I have so much to say

The engine in back of my car

Young money, d-town's all star

I spend all my money, fuck the charity

Yeah, they both got sillylil twist, i get silly