This is a song about "Used me for money"

They say nothings ever free

Man in the race for souls for money

Haters used to put me down and give me cold chills

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Perhaps it's just a fantasy

Hustle for dis country money

Aiyyo, them niggas from the three two, said i can't breeze through

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

Used to catch you braggin about me daily.

Once as a slave who imagined being free

But once again i procrastinate for the money

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

This is what my mama used to tell me when i used to fight,

Easy baby my thing tight, but that lotus flower just ain't right

She used to make good money, and we were middle class,

It's "cop fast and move that quickly" or cops crash