This is a song about "Money right"

What them tippers don't see

Gone head an make that money

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Because if you get all that money, you should give it right back,

My father was missing, war lord oliver north

Yup money talks, but for you money walks

Either way we body for money

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

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

Blow up on this society

To legitimize the prize money

Money bring pain,money bring gain

Who feel 9 to 5, seeing me again