This is a song about "Money dont grow on trees"

Through fiends and thieves dreams of shit grown on money trees,

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

Money trees is the perfect place for shade and that's just how i feel

And tell dem niggas at the top we want yo spot we are for real

I don't go on walks just to look at trees.

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees

So i got my camera on your cameltoe say cheese

What would you do if you were dirt and then sprouted money trees

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

The money trees, triple beam, the dreams of jugs,

And yes money does grow on trees if you know the right people its also free

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

Have been forgot except for money trees that grew,

You need but now.. he ain't even takin care of you

So the devil that drove in her got in control

Lookin' out for money trees, jesus christ forsake my soul,