This is a song about "Trow money"

To legitimize the prize money

God mc oh my god you gotta see

Blow up on this society

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

Fresh out the plane i couldn't even complain

Money bring pain,money bring gain

If i can make them money

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

Blow my smoke out the window, dropping ashes on the bridge

Now i know a lotta styles, some see

Don't sacrifice your morals for money

But the money don’t stack, man money overlap

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack

Getting to the money

What them tippers don't see