This is a song about "Bitches riches snitches"

I never gave a fuck and that's what they love

Inherit no riches, jehovah's my witness

Y'all niggas act like bitches, stacking riches, extra sets of chromosomes,

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

With hugs and kisses, valentine cards and birthday wishes

You've heard from rags to riches, fake rappers are bitches

I need money, a life and riches. trillions of dollars instead of em' bitches.

Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this

My nigga, its all love

Get money, dump the riches

Yeah i went from rags to riches and now i cant stop shagging bitches/

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

Snitches, get left in ditches, there 50 bitches, spit so fast my lips need stitches

Then im off by the morning i dont no these hoes im just another recordin this

Little did i know that life is not just about bad bitches, mad riches, got stitches

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches