This is a song about "Still got my money"

Cause i was never hesitant to represent

Got her glued to my money like it's a dope nest

Still my daddy forehead got some deepass wrinkles

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Shout out bobby on hundreds

Money got my fam going back words

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Like i got an s on my chest i thank god that im still here hes my bullet

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

Keep her there, so nobody can wonder where her face went

These days i try my best, still got a load on my chest

I got money mind and money on my wrist

Yeah, you got me feeling like the greatest