This is a song about "Money and bitches and getting rich"

And you can tell by the chiseled horns on my forehead bitch

And u still wondering how your business is so rich

See im about riding for my niggas and tryna get rich

Lot of intuition, i ain't never finished college

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

Or fuck my enemies bitch, acting bad and getting rich

We told him no dough then we go and get your bitch

Your ho be on my penis, she check my french, bitch

I live in england where them bitches rich,

And if you ain't getting money then boy you need to start

Want the title but im always fighting under card

Rich white and black white-washed men/

Magic city tipping them

You act like you're so rich and flashy

And i got a little big, keep it low key