This is a song about "Money tres"

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

But the money don’t stack, man money overlap

The jager in my cup is licorice black

But five years from now i bet she see

Im in it for the money

How to get my rent money

Hopin' that my niggas see

Niggas wild as shit. no rubber, just climb in that bitch

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

That’s only if they handle

Cash money, financial

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

Chillin' with homies and family

Froze my bank account and seized my guarantee

In other words i'm getting money