This is a song about "Money love"

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

Love rapping love sneakers above those

Blowin' fuck it i don't care, dreads is flyin' everywhere

And if money wasnt there love could always be that one fair trade to share

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

Cause some of you bitches funny

How to get my rent money

Yup money talks, but for you money walks

It ain't gon' be no back and forth

All she want is one love, that money and that come with me

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true