This is a song about "Gold cash"

Bitch i'm delivering gold,

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

I'm going off the top of the brain

I dreamt of a gold watch and a gold chain

Right cash, pretty girls nice ass

40 on my face, getting cash

And i'll proceed to throw this cash

So chase the air hide your stash

All this paper i fold

We them boys that glow without gold

Cash is overflowing

Bun b, i’m underground king

But like the diamonds and gold

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed

You gotta go all day for that gold