This is a song about "Turn up and money"

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money

Not throwing myself away and turn astray for money now ain't that funny,

I get a rush like i'm tweekin off blow

Turn the bling up like imma pharoah

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Everyday is a new story, pick up my rosary, and turn my shirt around like rotary,

Throwing money up and making it rain/

And reflect on the rap game, i came

I try not to obey them at anytime

Turn the radio up and we can have a good time

On that water like islands they ain’t swimmin’ you dig

Jump up in the whip then, turn it on, and blast the music,

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

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

Let the money pile up and tell 'em buried alive

Ima blow like i'm mothafuckin' sniffing lines