This is a song about "Money tres"

Getting to the money

I came up hungry

To legitimize the prize money

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Either way we body for money

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Getting to the money

Hustle for dis country money

Perhaps it's just a fantasy

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

But i kinda like your company

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

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

Music is money, money isn't music

My shit was submarine like, under ship