This is a song about "Money hoeo bitches"

I call all my bitches

I'm a force to be reckoned with

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

Nowadays, people only rap in two ways, money, bitches. my wishes is that this

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

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

Getting to the money

I'm a baller, literally

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

Blowing that money here, making money in europe

He screamed "thug life" and emptied the clip

Music is money, money isn't music

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

Don't sacrifice your morals for money

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free