This is a song about "Sit cha pretty ass down now whip it up on the stove my baby girl u already we making money in da ghetto"

Now if it ain't already clear who won, sit down son, you ain't havin no fun

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

Now we 'bout to break the bank, money be on my mind

Couple of ‘em dimes, but all my hoes is hard to find

Sit your ass down in the chair, spare you life for a couple more seconds

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

But all she ever want me to do is unhook her bra

When the money is due, you've already spent it on you, ha,

Said i'll return but i gotta fight the fate's arrived

So now we 'bout to break the bank, money be on my mind

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

The way we making money on some stupid shit

Beat her ass on the weigh in, bitch already dead

I work hard for everything i get