This is a song about "Money cash hoes and bitches"

And i ain't tryna spit, but got dollars here

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

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

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

Get money then bitches

2dopeboyz i know you like this

Leave your inhibitions here

Like money, cash, and shit all was real

I hate bitches snitches stab them with syringes throw em in ditches and holes fuck hoes/

I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope manthe grammy's and american music shows

Yeah, uh, where's the love for the sixteen writers

Money, cash, hoes, 420's the cleverest verse,