This is a song about "Cars and money"

Bitch got all them booty shots

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

I’m sayin’ that i know, revealing them most

They talk about the foreign cars, bitches, and the finest clothes,

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

Bitches cars and clothes depicted to those who are famous

Girl stop being fallacious, this mercedes is spacious

Keep it real and don't sell out for all the paper and the cars,

We don't want you with skinny legs and the big ass ass shots

We’re not mindless stars with shining cars and diamonds white,

You ain't got one or the other well brother good night

And then along came the wrong man for her

And i park cars i don't pay for the meter,

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

Money come and money go still money problems addin up