This is a song about "Rolling in the money"

I'mma live and die in cali

Rolling in my bugatti

Im in it for the money

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

It's rooted in the money that still locks the nation,

It's rooted in the money that still locks the nation,

She gon have a baby then flee from her education

Young money gone in the future helpful improvements

The day has come, dipset remains the ones

After this eighth be high like out of middle school

The kid couldn't stick in class, the money made him drool

But with these words, i'm as free as an intern

Cremate the money, put it in an urn

Rolling with the dopest hoes and they don't know i rap

Where maino at? in my new whip with the same old strap