This is a song about "Bad bitches making money"

Compared to "them" you're making baby money

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

And when the day end im chilling with three bad bitches

Maharishi kicks and bape tee's i really do this

Throwing money up and making it rain/

Fresh out the plane i couldn't even complain

Give it back with a sensitive mouth and some hard knees

Making her money she drive a mercedes

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag

But if i'm at it, mathematically, the money ain't bad.

You gotta let these shits go, man

Making bitches say damn

I'mma stay a whilehold ya head chris

I ask him how the bad bitches