This is a song about "Saving money get out the hood"

I’m picturing that body like a camera phone would

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

Instead to get the respect your dissin your own hood

Two bad bitches in the back, they pretty everybody look

My d & p frizest, they haven't seen the streets yet

Ya hang out with the boy then it's money you get

Stealin' phones to call home but the line is off the hook

Out the hood, out for good, hating niggas wished they could

I don't live in the hood

Smoke ? you know it taste good

From hollywood to the hood

Aye, hold your head homie, look

You just don't like what i'm doing, the lyrics twitter my image

Oh how fast the mood switched and then find out she's a hood bitch

Maharishi kicks and bape tee's i really do this

You gotta know the motto get money then bitches