This is a song about "Money nd bitches"

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

The cars, the cane, the women swimmin in sin 'nd linen

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Where im from theres addicts, sluts, nd thugs

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

In the 602 nd brought my g'ed up skills too the grandee.i waz raised by thugs

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

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

1 for the money, 2 for the bitches

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

Im an m.c looking for trouble nd shooting/ have ur apartment ready for other people to move in/

You swear the bitch was plantedmy lyrics motivate the planetit's similar to rhythm nation