This is a song about "Need the money"

So much money in my pockets, i might need a saddle

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Bring your pops to school today for twelve years i cheated

Cos i dont need money from you or any other kid

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

And to my soldiers rocking green in the country

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

But the money don’t stack, man money overlap

She sit up at her desk on perez all day

I need money in a major way

That i have all the money

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

I need my money pronto

I see'em grillin, i ate it though

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money

You need money holla at ya boy honey