This is a song about "Cash and ass"

I was taught to act my shoe size, never my age

Took my items to the cash stand, and pulled out my change

And i'll proceed to throw this cash

Cause you're most likely to crash

If you knew my past and you knew my cash

'09 gold diggers, walkin with a different path

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

They said show me ya gats, ya cash, ass ya smashed

See i can’t keep you baby girl i'mma confess

And cash money supermarket like seth,

In kitchen, whippin' blow, it got the same damn crumbs

Light a cigarette to burn the cash and the problems

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

Why do we have to have the cash and funds?

Lights will flash, cars will crash

Big tits and a big ass