This is a song about "Get bitches and money"

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

Wants to know why his daddy don't love him no mo'you can't complain you was dealt this

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

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

I never thought the money and power would get to this level,

I'm takin' notes, havana flow, i'm feelin' special

And this baby daddy, is new to the family

Nigga i get it how i live and i live for money

Get money then bitches

She gon get the mils for this

Talk about my money please and feelings might just get hurt

Oh, a taco joke, domo smoke, i heard

Still lay low between the treble and the bass though

Bitches and hoes, yo, get smothered underneath the snow,

But if so, i'll take the scorn, indeed happily

Get lucky and make money fight niggas till shit bloody