This is a song about "Money"

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

I think you need the streets to succeed the industry

But i kinda like your company

Hustle for dis country money

I'm a baller, literally

Getting to the money

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

What them tippers don't see

Getting to the money

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

That i have all the money

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

Where the lips of your teen daughter sits, bitch