This is a song about "Money talks"

Im in it for the money

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

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

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

She's a beautiful girl she talks with her eyes

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Getting to the money

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

Cause some of you bitches funny

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

We made fun out of our jazz talks

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Yup money talks, but for you money walks

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club