This is a song about "Gold bitches riches"

Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this

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

Before we see it's hard to live

Of riches, and mad lavish lifestyles

Miss couldn't get them jimmy choos cause tuition is due

I got more riches than you fuck more bitches than you

It made its way home like a road map, i fathered this

You've heard from rags to riches, fake rappers are bitches

Everyday we party hard like there ain't no tomorrow

I know that cars and gold bars can bring in bitches and dough,

With hugs and kisses, valentine cards and birthday wishes

The they know how it is from riches to rags (bitches)

Y'all niggas act like bitches, stacking riches, extra sets of chromosomes,

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

I start off by dissing bitches my part of my mission riches

Each day it gets more realer, orangutan's bang like gorillas