This is a song about "Cash bitches money cars el paso"

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

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

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

My momma taught me never steal and never tell on folks

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

Nigga, i got that dilla, premo, swizzy flow

I know that cars and gold bars can bring in bitches and dough,

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

Close your eyes bitch, i'm all in your ear

Know you haters is pissed hold your bladder though

The money, cars, and clothes, the riches and dough,

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

Nah … i ain’t deaf in my ear

Who earn their cash and blow it all up on these shiny cars,

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops