This is a song about "If it aint about cash nigga i dont understand"

I dont care if you wann hear the story im fucking telling it

Ironic since my drive increased, my driver see the profit

I dont know if i can take it

Another love song about shit

Pussy nigga want it he aint even know he was on scope

My heart is all kind of cold, hope that you all got a coat

If i dont get em in the morning then i aint gnna win

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

Who dat, who dat? bitch i got that flame

I dont care about the fame

I dont care if you wann hear the story im fucking telling it

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

Just put your hand on the glass

I get it, you got cash,