This is a song about "Money and boobs"

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

If heaven had a height then you would be that tall but

You ain't know nothing about me and my money

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

And still got my nike boots

I was like damn girl nice boobs,

Hustle for money and making livings

They gettin chips, they flippin bricks

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

I got me funny money, cartoons and shit

And mansions on the fault line of a shaky market

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

And they're robbing our money for tax