This is a song about "Bob like the money"

I ain't from the states but i get money like bill gates

I got geechi on her, came back: a hundred chains

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

He throwing money on her like she won the lotto (the lottery)

I’m at the altar sayin’ my vows, to this benjamin franklin pile

But the moment she started to bob it fast deep, i could last for awhile

Feel like humanity is lost, money the cause of the crime

Swear to god man it ain’t a rhyme, i grind for a piece of mine

I got twelve hundred kicks, them straight from japan

Yes siree 'bob', i was thinking the same thang

I’m tryna be low key

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

Getting to the money

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Ay yo you wonder who i are

Money runs like a golden river