This is a song about "My cash"

Now mama see that shit on oprah and know that it’s coming

I ain't got no cash to feed my ass, so i birdy sing

Im sorry did i stutter bring me my cash back, i'll commit suicide still write my own shit

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Im gettin cash im flippin stacks i got my spatulas

Does a stripper love to shake that ass

If you knew my past and you knew my cash

I ironed my kakis so my cash look straight,

Yeah, i think i'mma cop me that new estate

I'm building my name up, not building up cash

Nickel bag full of sess weed laced with hash

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

What i spend my cash on, my nikes and big tees