This is a song about "Bitches money cars"

Flyer them the rest i told you i'm ish

1 for the money, 2 for the bitches

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

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

They talk about the foreign cars, bitches, and the finest clothes,

You dead broke, yes folks, the jewels are like egg yolks

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

Ambition is priceless that’s something in your veins

When your money stand tall bitches wanna know you but when your money

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

Get money then bitches

Thug shit, i keep a beamed out fifth

Say hello to miss thang, i forgot yo name, she yellow

I know that cars and gold bars can bring in bitches and dough,

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

Sang sittin there kickin it with malcolm, 'til the day came