This is a song about "Im cash"

All bout the game, nothin bout the cash

Goddamn your ex-man is a dumb ass

Im gettin cash im flippin stacks i got my spatulas

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

My bitches is perfect, i tell 'em boxing for your ass

And i’m making a difference and i’m getting nice cash,

Got a lotta cash like johnny cash, call me folsom

His flow on renegade, fucking awesome

That makes threemy laywers getting cash up the ass

And if you or anyone else ever comes near my cash

Im sorry did i stutter bring me my cash back, i'll commit suicide still write my own shit

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

I'm the sushi king

See cash rule everything

People love hodgy i hate you though

Aint never let my cash show