This is a song about "Sit cha pretty ass down now whip it up on the stove my baby girl u already we making money in da ghetto"

But sometimes in the ghetto see it's hard to move it up and down,

I ain't gon chirp ya mobile phone and chase you all over town

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

You won't survive the night a million dollars baby i bet cha

We got the money, now let's make it flip like gymnastics,

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

A place to spend my quiet nights, time to unwind

So now we 'bout to break the bank, money be on my mind

Believe me baby i really really would, i leave in the morning my things are already packed,

Until i'mma gonei bust on bad boy middle finger to da bratdon't get your young ass smacked

You know who him, slim, before mims i been hot

It's so hot when cookin' up the coke rock on stove top,

Bitch i can't let goi been strugglin' too long, thuggin' too longand niggas is stealing my shit

I ain't black i proudly admit in fact yo sit your ass down while i loudly shit it!