This is a song about "Money bagz anya"

I ain't got no money,

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Than the muse of a family

If i can make them money

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

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

But the money don’t stack, man money overlap

Sick of hard times so i tell em to fall back

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

But five years from now i bet she see

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Getting to the money

Ya’ll be highly obliged when i drop my shit

Music is money, money isn't music