This is a song about "Money hoeo bitches"

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

I heard that time is money

I call all my bitches

She dont have a problem with, with

Flexin on these bitches

Thug shit, i keep a beamed out fifth

Im tired of these bitches

They are the coaches in this

1 for the money, 2 for the bitches

You ain’t never been higher than this

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Don't sacrifice your morals for money

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

And you don’t understand my slang my colloquial’s lovely

But i don't got the steak for y'all dishes

No apologies for these bitches