This is a song about "Cars money bitches"

Have they all forgot who made this golf shit hot again

Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,

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

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

1 for the money, 2 for the bitches

I hope we both do learn from this

You pull up in parking lots

I won’t be bragging ’bout my cars

Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,

Different positions, but she still moaning the same

But all i hear is "money, hoes, i'm the shit, cars and chains",

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

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

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

How can i portray this

Get money then bitches