This is a song about "Holla dollars"

Resurrected your spirit, with lyrics for top dollars

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

Always tryna holla like a hp i shut em down

I heard ya lost do you know your way around

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

Had enough dollars, was wealthy raised

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Notable, holla back at my initials

I shine like something in the sky

Holla at the g-o-d before you d-i-e,

And see i grew up poor, i probably didn't have two dollars,

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

A few hundred dollars and some reviewed proverbs