Money on my mind, I got money on my brain/Money in my pants, I got money I call change/20, 50, 100, 500 millions made/Big hunna Thugga, screamin’ free that Gucci Mane
The little yellow bus of rap cracks the Billboard with a repetitious mantra about gettin’ money. It’s unsure whether he realizes that he’s flipping the same song over and over again or not, but what is apparent is that he’s having fun doing it. The sickly beat is lifeless and anemic, a perfect pair.