This is a song about "Getting money and fucking hoes"

I want that title but they got me fighting under card

And if you ain't getting money then boy you need to start

They talk about the flash clothes, cars, money, cash hoes,

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

Sacrivicing your money for food on hoes you'll end up hungry and broke.

Getting to the money

We're living in a fantasy

50 dollars on some shoes you ain't ever seen

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

Cause what is love if you ain't discover love at heart

And if you ain't getting money then boy you need to start

My life, screw it with a drunk bitch

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

Never getting more money than a cashier's check

And don't perform after him or you might regret