This is a song about "Monte carlo"

Still i'm mackin i'm rackin up a fuckin bank vault too

Bitches dissappoint you but money won’t ever stress you

Open up your contacts then scroll

Lay low youll make bank roll

Yeah bet you hatin this

Cuz ignorance is bliss

La, california love part motherfucking two

Then you're going to prison i bet you/

I just want 7 figures in my bank

Den i tell that ho ain't no coming back

They two now, and haven’t seen their godfather yet

Since the losers you, man up to our bet

Money's on my mind, break the bank, now the clothes and hoes,

And them hating ass niggas, we ain’t like those

Like the times my bank starts texting me

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see