This is a song about "The best my team clowns money the hood guns money girls grinding"

Girls, power, money, it ain't my motivation,

Boy in a flash its like you start to replace him

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

Been runnin to the money since my first steps

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

Money, mansions, girls and golden retrievers

I spend all my money, fuck the charity

But times i'm so serious you think i'm silly

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

These girls all aboard, this young money trainhaving since fame shit'll never be the same

Back to the money my palms itch

I'm hearin' rumors so you need to switch

Thoughts, cause you're an outsider tryna get in brain

Not the money or the fame, but the writtens with my name

You ain't never shed light on nothing that they're going through

How the fuck you gon' lose money when money works for you?