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

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Make money put it in the lobby

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

Don´t try to fuck with me, i am the one who goes for the kill,

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

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

You don;t thin anymore

That's what rains for

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

Nobody can make me quit what i love, even if they did

Make my money creatin' map, sounds pretty cray

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

At the same damn time

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

We would like to call this an appreciation tape

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