This is a song about "Wedd and money"

You ain't know nothing about me and my money

I think you need the streets to succeed the industry

I got me funny money, cartoons and shit

Aye jay, 8 grand skins gonna take that

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

Enticed on money and vices alike,

Tell by your handbag that boy don't do you right

But this real, fuck how you feel

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

Nigga i get it how i live and i live for money

Barbed wire got a barricade on your destiny

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

And this baby daddy, is new to the family

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money