This is a song about "Cash me outside how bout dah"

And you ain't bothered a bit now, baby

Tell her we got big dicks, how 'bout him, you, and me

Rolling with some brothers letting the cash fly. alright, so let me tell you bout the

Splash tha niggaswill i dash your niggasonce i mash these figguzi’ll be badder nigga

We killin shows out in london like i'm on my grind

Around me to stretch my legs and walk outside

Ya know nothing bout me

I'd done stacked many

Flyer then the rest of them, still got my nike boots

No snapbacks, no tattoos y'all heard how he said cash rules?

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

It's insane how we can take some cash and make it something,

Guess it's time to see who really is yo' friendtell me you pregnant and i'm amazed

Well i guess thats it now. bout to go out side, cops are outside but i ain't

How can you like music that's bout rapes

I got geechi on her, came back: a hundred chains