This is a song about "Money don t make nobody"

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/

I'm understanding that bull like a matador

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

Money rules this city,nobody got pity

And a fist full of money give it to a fifth grade

They got money that they jumpin' on the pole to make

I don have to explain myselfi dont have tochange for nobody if you dont like me

Niggas can't see mei dedicate this to you punk motherfuckers!this one's for you, big baby

I get my paper, y'all just hate

There’s money to make

Bad bitch mac lip she a actress have her in the coup suckin on the gear shift

Anyone disagrees is gettin speared /anyone don t agree is just weird/

You don;t thin anymore

Or something that you paid for

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Make money put it in the lobby