This is a song about "Money cars hating hoes bands run up a check glo up on you bitch fuck your click"

You got me in a trance, please take off your pants

On the corner, a old bitch dropped fifty bands

Shut the fuck up bitch, i dont allow your interjections,

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Nigga i dont spend my money on weed i keep my bands up

Your toes and your thighs shakingi eat it upshe said i'm ready to fuck

I'm fuckin witchu but i love them bitches you know i'm gettin more cut than nip tuck

Got your bitch in her thong no bra on. bout to beat that pussy up, man i dont give a fuck.

Pop a molly and fuck shit up bitch we going up

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

When you fuck up there is a reason dont blame your wife

Penthouse on collins, money long as ocean drive

Been ready to run up on it like a us embassy/

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

Pimp nigga's hating on my swag bitch fuck you

Put it all on the table, do it like a menu