This is a song about "Money and boobs"

"money and blood don't mix

Lil prps like 3 digits

I got money mind and money on my wrist

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

Take my bus and bust down money

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Still got my nike boots

I was like damn girl nice boobs,

For the money and power they've been concealin'

Scramble like randall if john randle was trynna get him

You a lady boss, now you fly free

Young money like drake and nicki

Hustle for money and making livings

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

When they try to teach us, we be in the bleachers

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers