This is a song about "We be getting benjamins"

I'm on the stage, you in the stands

We getting money, you can face the facts

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

You be getting more neighs than a horserace track

We getting paid like we knew we would

We was loonie i suppose, you could

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

You be getting more neighs than a horserace track

It's getting harder to trust, we didn't work out/

Yea and this is something to think about

And pilfering pillows cus we getting in it like tongues

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

I think ill be getting my next check in a couple days

'til i pull that wallet out and wa-wave it in her face

Hey i took a look in the corridor we keep getting nearer

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her