This is a song about "Money that s all ball hoes"

You ain't got one or the other well brother good night

All around i got these hoes that lust for my pipe

All she want is one love, that money and that come with me

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Mirror mirror on the wall

Just to prove to yall, that i can ball

All she want is one love, that money and that come with me

Of the vhs especially during sex baby

I'm paramount, nigga, i am, and you can't be mad

Because if you get all that money, you should give it right back,

But they ain't for rat tat tat-tat tat

Why yap about money, and all that

Look at all this money, ain't that some shit

That white whip sit like a slight wrist slit

In front of our building, they was my heroes

They talk about the flash clothes, cars, money, cash hoes,