This is a song about "Bentley cars and money woes"

Givin' 'em a wet, welcome to the house of pain

Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

And i park cars i don't pay for the meter,

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

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

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,

I ain't ?? just feelin how you felt when you came

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

But all i hear is "money, hoes, i'm the shit, cars and chains",

Neighbours washing cars and reading fucking magazines.

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans

Bitches cars and clothes depicted to those who are famous

And nowadays niggas stand behind em like clive davis