This is a song about "Dolla dolla bills"

Make my women follow dreams, pussy popping follow head

The bills kept raising the stress, i remember waking from bed

There was a time when they hated all the southern rappers

Many disasters with any bills what matters

Hopped over the fence, where the grass way greener

Put bills under the mattress to turn me to a dreamer

While scheming on hits

Belly full of paper bills

The chills, the kills, these hundred dolla bills

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

I understand they need to go out and pay the bills,

Where you belong with your family

Yea dank weed pays my bills, feeds my tummy