This is a song about "Money"

Perhaps it's just a fantasy

Either way we body for money

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

Blow up on this society

Gone head an make that money

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

Bulletproof vest won't protect shit

Music is money, money isn't music

But make sure if they do see

If i can make them money

Lady at the frank stand will

Cash money, financial

That wasn't bullets, that was copies of bastard, you bitch

Young money young money yeah we getting rich