This is a song about "Money and haters"

I got money mind and money on my wrist

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

And this baby daddy, is new to the family

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

Golf wang kill them all nigga, triple six

Hustle for money and making livings

That's fake, how you rag on the "haters", fags, and bitches,

That's flyer than a wrestler, you don't want to mess with

And cash money supermarket like seth,

And i'm a just take another guess

If you never do, still niggas look at you strange

But screw the fake player-haters, their pain, anger, and rage,

All these haters who mad and be nagging at me

They giving me pounds and thats of course getting money