This is a song about "Getting rich"

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

Blow my smoke out the window, dropping ashes on the bridge

She called me fantastic, i called her a fat bitch

Go fuck fendi cassh and bugatti boy rich

The only reason that i put up with this bougie ass bitch

I'm like a fuckin pimp, get em stood on corners getting rich//

And the 9th is on the track bitch

Nothins stopping me from being rich

And fleeing the sceneon rufus, my evil walrus, bitch

Can't stop paper chasin' dreamin' i am mad rich

You work the bitch

Yeah you thought she was rich

Okay, i’m back off into this bitch

Underhand shit dread of force you bought rich

We don't need y'all, the fader's who we really fucking with, bitch

Should know opportunity's a bitch you often see with the rich,