This is a song about "Money on the low"

Cause see way back, i thought to fuck with you was impossible

To say life goes on, now they're counting money on the table

Chat up your lookin off your knee pad

Keep it on the low, you can go 808 that

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

Your generativity is on the low, your creativity would never show

I aint gonna tell anyone, ima keep that on the low

And attacking faster than foes can change the channel, whoa

Fuck you niggas, but this ain't raw dog

Money on the floor, throw it on a broad

Where to begin when love ends on a bad noteor being honest make the trust grow

Reserve on the low low, haters disappeared and i ask where they go though.

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

He throwing money on her like she won the lotto (the lottery)