This is a song about "Booty money drugs girls diamonds gold"

And he was married to my grandmother for money n drugs

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

Champagne no chain no diamonds

I think found where your mind was

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

But like the diamonds and gold

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

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

Cheated on light skin dominique when we was seventeen

Is money, drugs, hoes, violence washed up routine

And screaming i guess them nightmares as a child

Don't you know that im cold ...money gold on my mind

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

Money drugs and women seem to be the only the the radio can play! (*white noise sound*)