This is a song about "I don t love her get money"

Tryna get this money, so i can chill

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

You don;t thin anymore

And i don't run counters no more

Bitch don´t fuck with me, i´ll murder you that´s for free.

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Now hire about street schemes, and getting blood money

Tell these people something they don`t know about me

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

Hey zach i know like me. i don,t not like you. you need alone now

We popping bottles, it don't stop

I get my cake; i love hip hop

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby