This is a song about "Making this money"

Cashing checks, making money, rinse and repeat is all i did

Just a little sprung but don't call me on your period

For making you feel this way

Few chips, i get out n' spray

But not a single fuck for y'all bitches

You wasted my shit, making me write this

So she graduated, rich nigga wife training

Just wait this is history in the making.

We left em a world that's cursed

"how money running this world?!"

I just want somebody i can see

That's why i'm after this money