This is a song about "Bitch better have my money"

Cause by then it's just too late, there's so much we can take

I'll cut you with my wiper blade, you better have financial aid,

Now in my hand...i have my own earned money

Light girls if it's black they attract to usually

While 0,5% have no money to defend

I’m watchin' espnbut when that show end

Bitch u better brace yourself. its wintertime

It was just fate cause it wasn't my time

Thug life niggas and we be ready for whatever

That'll be never bitch, i'm only gettin' better

Its a war with the enemy

That i have all the money

Still i ve the money and there's nothing better than some weed..

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

But bitch you better tell me quick cause my mind about to blow up

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club