This is a song about "Money over bitches"

My ysl lenses, my infrared sixes

Stay bitches, yeah low in your caves bitches

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

Triple white ferrari yeah thats the easter bunny

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

"money over everything," is a fallacy mentality, that promotes living unhappily

Red rover, range rover send them bitches right over

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

Or i'll challenge myself: i manage to give you brain damage and put you in a gray package

When im happy i get real bitches to call me daddy, they crawl all over me til i say quit bitch,

I need money, a life and riches. trillions of dollars instead of em' bitches.

Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this

Its money over that's really my intention

And last but not least please don't tell no one