This is a song about "Dope glock money snitch hustle bitches"

I need money, a life and riches. trillions of dollars instead of em' bitches.

Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this

Bitches dissappoint you but money won’t ever stress you

Miss couldn't get them jimmy choos cause tuition is due

Ain't have to see-saw, i'm already scared

Got her glued to my money like it a dope nest

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

No one notice your struggle

I can respect the hustle

And he's the only nigga in this particular grade

Money will made ya a snitch,lier and motherfuckin' snake

In the shantytowns bounds we hustle,

And be you, that's when it sounds beautiful

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

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