This is a song about "Money and gold rolex"

Satin to the silks, i'm icy when it's sunny

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

And everybody's having sex

Thats presidential rolex.

And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold,

Turn it upside down and open your legs if you're real cold

My sting has a suffering throb i dream and hope of win ning the gold

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

In the face of adversity, i prepared a verse to see

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

Sweet, okay makes sense

Thats presidential rolex.

And i got them gold bottles, first place

Pluck ya ace, take ya girl, fuck her face

Don't you know that im cold ...money gold on my mind

Not them 3 girls i got to be destiny's child