This is a song about "Dick bitches money"

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

Froze my bank account and seized my guarantee

With bitches all up on me tryna get on my dick

I grew up on circuit boys and go-go music

I guarantee our change whatever we go through

Bitches dissappoint you but money won’t ever stress you

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

You gotta know the motto get money then bitches

Stay bitches, yeah low in your caves bitches

Thick girls, small frame, please watch ya tummy miss

Those bitches know that i got a big dick

And skinny jeans ain't quite the lick