This is a song about "Dope money cars guns bitches"

I know that cars and gold bars can bring in bitches and dough,

She said it really dont matter if its real though

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

You gotta know the motto get money then bitches

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

Got her glued to my money like it's a dope nest

That's why i never claimed i was the best

My bitches like to cut the dope, and bag it for a dime and at the same time

From ten to nine, you do your business right, let me attend to mine

Get money then bitches

I'm in love with your business

But all i hear is "money, hoes, i'm the shit, cars and chains",

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

They talk about the foreign cars, bitches, and the finest clothes,

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth