This is a song about "Fuckin bitches gettin money"

And we gettin' money, over here,

I only roll with the real

My liver's cold, i got the frigid flow

My money don't fold i'm gettin' this dough

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

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

They wanna see a nigga lose but i’m destined to win

Middle class with money but i still think that's a fuckin sin

Flyer them the rest i told you i'm ish

1 for the money, 2 for the bitches

Bitches dissappoint you but money won’t ever stress you

And i ain’t gotta say i’m fly, this g5 with the crew

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

Satin to the silks, i'm icy when it's sunny