This is a song about "Bitches hoes getting money"

Heneesee, makes me think my enemy is getting close

I could talk about diamonds and all my bitches and hoes,

I say that the pool is closed

These wack bitches getting old

Never getting more money than a cashier's check

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

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

Yes, i'm sure we could all agree

Getting to the money

Im getting stacks of money everyday.

But i ain't get to see you today

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

In front of our building, they was my heroes

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

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money