This is a song about "Gettin money bitch"

You wonda why they call u bitch

Funny how some money make a bitch switch

I only roll with the real

And we gettin' money, over here,

Haters gettin shitty

I like my girls smart, skinny

To keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did

Gettin' crazier than eminem's medicine cabinet

The real reason, it's gettin hazy

They gotta point em out baby

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Stacks on deck, bitch we stackin money to the ceiling

Don't want to be the king

Bitch, money is everything

Red dots cause i’m red hot

Gettin caught by the cop