This is a song about "Money tres"

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

Money bring pain,money bring gain

In other words i'm getting money

Grow up broke on tha rope of insanity

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

I heard that time is money

Either way we body for money

We're living in a fantasy

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Lately i been stressing so i need you like i’m crazy

Two tres on my waist, and i feel like (d)jango, with and without the d/

Not bad using that dope money

They say nothings ever free

Quick, cause working in a drought is a bitch

Young money young money yeah we getting rich