This is a song about "Million dollar fancy cars"

That's g shit, i be bumping fiend shit

Making dollar bills out of music

We gettin’ chicken but these skinny models wan’ eat

I ain't got fancy clothes, cars, mansions, or j's on my feet,

And tell dem niggas at the top we want yo spot we are for real

A dollar might turn to a million and we all rich that's just how i feel

Six and a half million

Yeah bitch this date's done

We drive around in million dollar sports cars

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

Tryna get a holler from the almighty dollar

Nothin fancy about no bounty baby im frantic

Shame on themyour legs too little and your t-shirt big