This is a song about "The best my team clowns money the hood guns money girls grinding"

Anint shit funny, for the money

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

But i kinda like your company

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

Claim they with the money team but aint got a pot to piss in

I would gasol you niggas, but i'm in no position

Shit with our whole family

I run for the money

Might be leaving with me before the night is through

How the fuck you gon' lose money when money works for you?

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

To legitimize the prize money

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

Before this rapping, i was trappin', getting work cheap

She look in my hood, says it's the best rippled beat