This is a song about "Money counter"

Anint shit funny, for the money

Grow up broke on tha rope of insanity

Perhaps it's just a fantasy

Im in it for the money

Pass it round, counter-clock, let her show her titties, stop

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

Pick the knife up off the counter and make the first slice/

Why i'm living keep a pistol just to keep you alive

And knock billiards out of your business, ya bitch

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

Money bring pain,money bring gain

Fresh out the plane i couldn't even complain

I ain't got no money,

But make sure if they do see

Either way we body for money

Now i know a lotta styles, some see