This is a song about "Money coming"

But this rap you never saw coming

Blood been rushing, i'm thinking 'bout loving

This just ain't no song shit, do this for my city joe

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

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

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

But i'mma build it ground up, let's again

Money bring pain,money bring gain

I need a little room

Self made bitch im coming soon.

Music is money, money isn't music

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

You won’t see it coming

Let my angel sing

In that pretty red dress, let's fuck

Lights coming up, night coming up,