This is a song about "Haters and money"

I got money mind and money on my wrist

How they stand there, cuffed up, patient

Fuck y'all haters and make sure this hurt

Before a nigga finish put in the work

Haters hate and i wave my hand like i'm fucking imperious

A lot of women from conversation could fall in love

So many haters, callin' me faker, money maker.

Tryna find a secret garden just like tyler the creator

Fuck y'all haters and make sure this hurt

My shirt, purple label my shirt

So here i am at the store for some chips

Hustle for money and making livings

I like my girls smart, skinny

Young money like drake and nicki

Why me, i say it cause we number one

With plenty of money and women