This is a song about "Catch a body and make money"

Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money

Friends get jealous, catch a body on every buddy

Make money of the poor and ill cash the check

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

Must be something you want me to see

Either way we body for money

Catch me out in bourbon screamin' "money ain't a thang"

You say the art's dying, nah brother buy an album, the plan

Wish you was around now to see what i've become see

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

Now it's a catch 22 and this ain't no drill

Don’t wanna have me then somebody will

She used to make good money, and we were middle class,

I could spend my whole life tryna get cash

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit

Put the money in boxes and sell it and still make profit,