This is a song about "Money fuck bitches"

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots

Waitress break dishes, fuck bitches, trying to break my ambitions,

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

Fuck nazis ' hoes and fuck illuminati's bitches

With an impending mixtape that only seems like a myth

I really shouldn't be here now- i don't fuck the heathen bitches

Give a fuck you bitches.

Broke and no one notices

Fuck getting the digits, nigga im busting on these bitches

And a finger in the middle that i leave em with

Interscope is my fam, so i ain't tryna make no issue

How the fuck you gon' lose money when money works for you?

Fall, bitch, give me everything, i'm taking all this

All i ever wanna do in my whole life is fuck bitches