This is a song about "Hundreds cash money bills moolah fifties twenties"

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

I don't know, obviously i disappear

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

The bold dope lines, now the cash in the hundreds,

And she stripping, go to college

Ten, ten, ten, twenties and the fifties bitch

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

I’m throwing hundreds at kod, a little paper

Gave yo girl a cash shower getting money every hour ill skin you to yo bones

Giving excuses like shit i thought i was alone or i thought it was my homes

Make money of the poor and ill cash the check

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

And cash money supermarket like seth,

I'm godbless, i'm success so fuck stress

Lil money i pay my own bills. shut ya eggs up for they rotten

Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them