This is a song about "Money and cars and life"

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Your toes and your thighs shakingi eat it upshe said i'm ready to fuck

In front of our building, they was my heroes

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,

Ignore cus she mad again, then i hit her back again

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Yeah, fancy cars, big bodies and fresh kicks

Neighbours washing cars and reading fucking magazines.

This song about you, then you probably need to leave

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

And i park cars i don't pay for the meter,

And i park cars i don't pay for the meter,

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her