This is a song about "Money and exotic"

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

You ain't know nothing about me and my money

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

"money and blood don't mix

It's moe, all i need is more chips

Getting exotic pussy, might fuck me a dolphin

When i get my v12, i’ma be in six of them

After every show, a dream she hold

Turn money into diamonds and gold

And they're robbing our money for tax

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks

Hustle for money and making livings

These been thinking we ain't tripping off lyrics

When really i'm a virgo and the truest

I got money mind and money on my wrist