This is a song about "Cash mone"

Private plane tsa can kiss my ass

40 on my face, getting cash

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

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

Just for cash, they hunting

Flapjack, ooh he bring

Baby, you got that super bass

And i'll proceed to throw this cash

Cause the economies hungry for cash

So much class, double d’s and ass

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

So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass

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

Yaknowhati'msayin? you need to be on first class

All bout the game, nothin bout the cash

So chase the air hide your stash