This is a song about "Money i got"

I dont rack stacks i got pocket change drug money is whack,

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

I heard that time is money

Than the muse of a family

Well guess what, i probably got more money than your lousy ass

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

I got money mind and money on my wrist

How they stand there, cuffed up, patient

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

But its funny i got more money them then niggahs claiming they got bricks

That's why i talk about money and what i got, and you ain't even know it,

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

Yelling "yo look at my money, i got stacks in the bank!"

When i arrive the whole town gets sunny

I don't got no money, adolescent currency