This is a song about "Money mayweather jr"

God mc oh my god you gotta see

To legitimize the prize money

Where you belong with your family

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

I ain't got no money,

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Lady at the frank stand will

Cash money, financial

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

I've never been about the money, i'm never about the money

I’m tryna be low key

Gone head an make that money

Mayweather, even i had a fight in a week, i make a million,

I swear it's like this liquor is improving a lot of women

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck