This is a song about "Cash mone"

Release the song, cash the lot

Uh, you gotta get in line, hop

Little light in the ass

I get it, you got cash,

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

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

It's "cop fast and move that quickly" or cops crash

Seems like you hating on the people getting cash

Got a lotta cash like johnny cash, call me folsom

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

See her man face-to-face through the glass

I'm building my name up, not building up cash

I will fucking beat your ass, box logos through the glass

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

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

Talk much shit cause i never had shiti could remember being whupped in class