This is a song about "Money and life and getting money and bitches and cars"

I need money, a life and riches. trillions of dollars instead of em' bitches.

Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this

Rozay told me break a leg no wonder why i care again

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

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

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

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

Shit, i use the same line, like i did again

The money, cars, and clothes, the riches and dough,

So i, i stack paper and keep it ghetto

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

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

And big money like hulk

Enforce, i'm elegant and

And i drop top off in a hot cold

Turn money into diamonds and gold