This is a song about "Bitches money cars"

Got like a hundred cars

So she kisses the stars

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

Everything i wanted never seem so close

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

She call me all the time, i ain't no regular joe

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

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

You gotta know the motto get money then bitches

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

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

Friend or foe, niggas still can't tie the lace though

The money, cars, and clothes, the riches and dough,

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups