This is a song about "Money and boobs"

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

Young money like drake and nicki

If you believe then you can achieve

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Hustle for money and making livings

Back to times square...i got dimes here

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

Turn money into diamonds and gold

You heard my hip-hop when i was 16 years old

I got money mind and money on my wrist

She woke up naked and then cooked both of us breakfast

East coast, still them w's just raised up for real

And we gettin' money, over here,

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

Y'all hit the pen but y'all talk about crack and the money,