This is a song about "Money"

Getting to the money

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Don't sacrifice your morals for money

They alll ran out of money.

Perhaps it's just a fantasy

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

Let me rideuntil i get free

I ain't got no money,

Either way we body for money

But five years from now i bet she see

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

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free