This is a song about "Tryna get these dollar bills"

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

The more mo bills i get the more shit come free to me

Smoking loud, blowing down when the law ain't around

Some hosting dude tryna get the head count

The chills, the kills, these hundred dolla bills

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Now momma told me be careful who you love

Tryna get this dough, triple my advances

Tell them to keep it running, i’m keeping the grass cut

I claimed all these bills, with a little beginner's luck

I claimed all these bills, with a little beginner's luck

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

You see i'm tryna get the cheese legitimately

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

And you were tryna get it over fast.

Stuck in my high, afraid of heights, i'm trapped