This is a song about "Money party s homies"

Homies could get they dividends

I think you and your friends

Cause im here throwing the party

I'mma live and die in cali

So i went out to party

What them tippers don't see

Wanna see you work your body

Toast, toast to the party!

Makes for a hell of party

You a lady boss, now you fly free

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

And i'm all out of money cause i bought drugs for some party,

Get that money and my fuckin homies plotting on me

It's double mg but i'm 'bout that cash money like baby