This is a song about "Die rich"

Or fuck my enemies bitch, acting bad and getting rich

That wasn't bullets, that was copies of bastard, you bitch

Jazz talkin, i bet i pick and roll with your bitch

Go fuck fendi cassh and bugatti boy rich

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie

Now its your turn to die

Uhh, so why ain't i go to college

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

A dog nigga, ballin' bitch

I get confused when i'm not rich

I don't dream about the girls and making it rich,

I'm just trying to find a chick that's flier than my prior bitch

All my niggas ride or die

Damn is your mattress dry

Thats it we getting rich

Trip, and then you never snitch