This is a song about "Shiney money bitched"

Yup money talks, but for you money walks

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

Although i’m in the land of milk and honey

In other words i'm getting money

Anint shit funny, for the money

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

To legitimize the prize money

They say nothings ever free

But the money don’t stack, man money overlap

Y’all little ass niggas can’t fuck with that

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

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

Getting to the money

Its a war with the enemy

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

Chillin' with homies and family