This is a song about "Hotboy cash"

Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass

His ass'll go splat if he don't just pass over the cash

Cause the economies hungry for cash

If i dont bag i’ll be thinking bout your ass

And i'll proceed to throw this cash

And work hard then i pass like steve nash

Cash money, financial

Lady at the frank stand will

Uhh! yeah smokin yeah i should stop

Release the song, cash the lot

On the phone. 10 years he got, chasin' that cash

All she thinking bout is how to take his last

I get it, you got cash,

Private plane tsa can kiss my ass

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass

The people that you mug, you know they're fresh out of cash,