This is a song about "Fuckin bitches gettin money"

Yo check this outi'mma tell you like this

But i'm still fuckin these bitches,

These bitches gettin' shady, tryna' catch me up on purpose

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

My niggas in their crews, they gettin' money, shottie blasts,

They got me goin mad, i'm knockin busters on they backs

Bitches bitch, bicker and fit, gettin no dick

And we ain't hard to find is the tales that we kick

1 for the money, 2 for the bitches

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

When your money stand tall bitches wanna know you but when your money

Unless you got that money sonny, best you fuckin throw down

This my album, and when your parents try to come around