This is a song about "Fuckin bitches and getting money"

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

Then im off by the morning i dont no these hoes im just another recordin this

I'm a baller, literally

In other words i'm getting money

These wack bitches getting old

The truth shall be told

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

But i'm still fuckin these bitches,

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

Thought that getting money was the only payment

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

Get money then bitches

And maybe cupid won't miss

Now i'm fuckin bitches on the island couch.

I'm high as the fuckin moon, set the bar higher even when i slouch