This is a song about "Cash rules every thing around me"

Understand me, one thing to say

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

Pockets so fat of money there creaming cash rules evrything around me

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty

Gave yo girl a cash shower getting money every hour ill skin you to yo bones

Yeah, broken ass bones, and shattered hearts, faggots follow faggots like theyr fuckin clones,

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

Your bitch wanted cash, get her, know i'm around boy

Take and then erase every thing on the database

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

In a room full of goons, i'm such a fucking stand out

You know there's no such thing as long as i'm around

The simplest little thing maddens me

You be get up on this fly shit baby

Every little thing we do is just so special to me.

Tired of making money, i'm on to making history