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

I like it cause she a ten, but she say i'm the one

Listen i got mad love for the game and the women

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

All they talk about is money, weed, and cars/

That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours

You'll be missing work, and switching lanes, and hitting cars,

What up girl, tell me how you been

With plenty of money and women

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

The city streets - bars, clubbing and cars rushing at sickly speeds

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

Money drugs and women seem to be the only the the radio can play! (*white noise sound*)

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

You'll be missing work, and switching lanes, and hitting cars,

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

All i need is moola cars and friends