This is a song about "Ballin cash money ass hoes niggas are bithes"

Ass need a saddle

Cash money, financial

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

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

Pockets so fat of money there creaming cash rules evrything around me

The only team more powerful? sasha and malia family

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

And watch these style niggas try their best at pulling hoes,

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

My ex-hoes keep ballin out,

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

I'm a victim of the money, of the cash in the hundreds,

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

Shitting his stock of cash out his ass

But i let off everything i have