This is a song about "Money"

Im in it for the money

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Flyin’ through the city, all-black, bruce wayne

Money bring pain,money bring gain

We told him no dough then we go and get your bitch

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

Getting to the money

Than the muse of a family

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

Cause some of you bitches funny

Either way we body for money

Yup money talks, but for you money walks

With hi-tek on the score, once more, of course

No smilescause ain't a thing funny

Not bad using that dope money