This is a song about "Fly flashy money getting"

You act like you're so rich and flashy

Original meaning of jazzy fat nasty

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

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

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

We getting money, you can face the facts

Never alone we 'bout to make the drums cry

Bitch, you're a penguin, and penguins don't fly.

Hopin' that my niggas see

In other words i'm getting money

That's aight thoughkeep a nigga heavy in the game, bout so long

Nothin going wrong just getting money saying it again in my song

While prostitutes still getting money from sucking a cock

Your enemies was the prey and now you pray to god

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

A flashy king behind the scenes