This is a song about "Money we get"

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

Fat sack of knives in the passenger side, bitch

Either way we body for money

God mc oh my god you gotta see

And shit, y'all wonder why we rappers will talk money,

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

I gotta get it in, get that money and then,

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

If we focused on our problems like we did on getting money, you'd think we'd get somewhere honey?

And if you disagree, suck a couple pimple-covered dicks

We got the money, now let's make it flip like gymnastics,

When you rapping how i'm rapping, they fellatio free

We grew up in poverty, y'all wonder why we talk money,

Nigga i get it how i live and i live for money

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she