This is a song about "Cash man"

40 on my face, getting cash

So much class, double d’s and ass

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

You're acting hard like rappin' god's, like you're full of the cash,

And i'll proceed to throw this cash

Lights will flash, cars will crash

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

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash

Cash money, financial

She all that i can handle

Addicted to stardom, a wish to blow

Aint never let my cash show

Roley, rolex, relaxsay she just gave me head, leaned over in the front seat

Fuck dirty money man my cash is clean, everybody braggin how they rap with speed

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

The people that you mug, you know they're fresh out of cash,