This is a song about "Money bitches gucci"

I ain't into that trick shit, those bitches and those gucci belts?

While i ride this maserati, rick and his best friends

Music is money, money isn't music

At times i like to watch out the latest shit

Pass me the purp, i'mma smoke to this

Stay bitches, yeah low in your caves bitches

Than 40 year old rappers talking about gucci

Shout outs to gucci, let's shoot this fuckin movie

If i don't diss another nigga you dont get that issue

Bitches dissappoint you but money won’t ever stress you

Pop a squat sitting on a gucci couch

After her mental adventure from the gas smoke out the pouch

Out off gucci seats with heat that a make ya luie leave.

So i got my camera on your cameltoe say cheese

To speak from the soul and just leave it with them

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men