This is a song about "Money and boobs"

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

Yeah, and i ain't saying that i'm nas here

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

And we gettin' money, over here,

And this baby daddy, is new to the family

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

I got money mind and money on my wrist

Foamposite max like i'm out of wake forest

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

So fuck it, i'm platinum in the streets

And my weed man should just sell flutes

I was like damn girl nice boobs,

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,