This is a song about "Gold cash"

Crawls right down the crack of your ass

I get it, you got cash,

I'm that extreme, so haters complain

I dreamt of a gold watch and a gold chain

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

Sterling silver falls like brittle gold.

Cause you're most likely to crash

All bout the game, nothin bout the cash

I mean of course just the same old

But like the diamonds and gold

But for long time i had gone cold

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

I got a watch wit all gold,

Black woman you cold

Turn money into diamonds and gold

Women front, they get its cold