This is a song about "Nigga getting money"

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

Nigga i get it how i live and i live for money

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

And if you ain't getting money then boy you need to start

I'm feeling like i never want to be apart

And if you ain't getting money then boy you need to start

We getting money, you can face the facts

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

Where the lips of your teen daughter sits, bitch

I’m a beast when my shit hits the streets these niggas cease

Nigga dont you run out of money nah nigga please

Fuck getting the digits, nigga im busting on these bitches

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

True nigga in the building getting paper under the ceiling,

I'm late working, i know i didn't come home that evening