This is a song about "Cash and hoes"

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

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

That makes threemy laywers getting cash up the ass

Me i got a nice house, car and some cash

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

In front of our building, they was my heroes

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

And if you or anyone else ever comes near my cash

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

The best is that which i accept and nothing less

And cash money supermarket like seth,

And i’m making a difference and i’m getting nice cash,

But girl you’re special like i met you in the slow class

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

Your niggas don’t ask how the top feel