This is a song about "Money and rich stuff"

See im about riding for my niggas and tryna get rich

I can't hear you little niggas in ibiza bitch

She called me fantastic, i called her a fat bitch

And these artists don't need me they're already rich

And in my ghetto weed was a typical stuff

Play hard to get, females get jealous

Or fuck my enemies bitch, acting bad and getting rich

Word~! don't nobody talk no more they all text message

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

Just direct insults and wordplay-stuff thats highlighted

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

My words are a flame, but they disturb stuff in vain, claim my money on the top,

Where the lips of your teen daughter sits, bitch

Young money young money yeah we getting rich

To get rich and famous,

Got that deep love