This is a song about "Just money and hoes"

Talk about my money please and feelings might just get hurt

And i can get em all without lots of effort

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

Cause you're a weak ass rapper that just raps about hoes

They disregard me, i guess they all got egos

But we know all the same people so we got to speak

Making money and living it swell just isnt cheap

Thirsty hoes, and its a drought

After your hoes leave the jets' hangout

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Spend money ,don't fuck with hoes.

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes