This is a song about "Bucks"

I take home billions and pay my workers eight bucks an hour,

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

I'm boasting, throwing ton of bucks; my flowing holds a double cup

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

The only person by then i'll make plenty bucks/

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

To make a couple bucks in reality i couldn't give a couple fucks killing these

No coach bag if i go with that, snake skin tote that cobra clutch

Been at work needing the bucks dreamin' but aint been sleeping much

Shit, its stuck, fuck! he made quick bucks, now his fucked up luck fade away.

Haters dont know what to say club feel like the first of the month today

Where you welcome to problems

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

$20 bucks says that a pair of chucks is what i'm standing in

I’m simply fuckin’ with bitches that know they whole position