This is a song about "Gucci stone island and money"

But oh i can’t stay away, not never, your my home, home, home

Grab him by his collar bone, and throw him down the stairs like im tossin a stone,

I ain't into that trick shit, those bitches and those gucci belts?

While i ride this maserati, rick and his best friends

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Your toes and your thighs shakingi eat it upshe said i'm ready to fuck

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

And you down, hold it down for my nigga them

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Family and kick it at you, i'm cold as stone you do nothing but stone i'll hone my

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Young money like drake and nicki

I got something you've been waiting for

That's like gucci to tommy hilfiger

Baby you like saying my name the most on your gucci bag and more

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for