This is a song about "We got money"

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

I got money mind and money on my wrist

They blast for me and i don't roll with no atheist

Money got my fam going back words

Ravishing, rick rude of rappin you bastards

Blow up on this society

I ain't got no money,

Got two million quid in monopoly money,

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

Cheated on light skin dominique when we was seventeen

Y'all wonder 'bout the money, man we got plenty cream,

Where would i be without my dogs

Money mayhem got them niggas all goth

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

And shit, y'all wonder why we rappers will talk money,