This is a song about "Fucking bitches getting money otf gang"

Vigorously flipping bitches, niggas getting sick of us

And if my record never break, i still won’t break my promise

We getting money, you can face the facts

I'mma sip moscato and you gon' lose them pants

In other words i'm getting money

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Fuck getting the digits, nigga im busting on these bitches

Hate me if you want to but always remember this

I use bitches like fucking dirty rags

Cause i show fur, no bikini wax

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Never getting more money than a cashier's check

Cause jesus wouldn't even be my friend on church day

Im getting stacks of money everyday.

1 for the money, 2 for the bitches

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss