This is a song about "Sex money bitches"

Money and sex, gore-tex donna karan and guess

Well if its phony your only cause i can get you ins

Sweet, okay makes sense

It wasn't about the sex

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

Quit dreamin, we aint gonna have sex

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

All the girls wanna have sex

Ravishing, rick rude of rappin you bastards

The ones talkin bout sex, money, && wrappers

Just can't understand why we gettin respect nowmomma told me they're be days like this

I need money, a life and riches. trillions of dollars instead of em' bitches.

I'm on deck i'm up next

And we havin' rough sex

Dick out, cake in mouth, sex sex sex, check her eyes, yup their red,

Guess it's something like your girl, nigga it ain't came yet