This is a song about "Throwing money in their air"

Throwing money up and making it rain/

I'll never call you bitch again

So close i could give flip a play

Let some in the air and say

We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes

Soul music in the air nothing but blues

No, not on top but down there

I can smell it in the air

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Not throwing myself away and turn astray for money now ain't that funny,

I'm killing rappers and throwing their bodies aside/

Yeah this the illest bitch alive, i love her freaky side

Swag in the air when i'm walkin in the room

Figure i would make the nba and make me a fortune

Come on over to the scene, grab a table, let me take a look at that there

Floating in the quietness, fortifying my alliances, lost in the air,