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

Whips ain't shit but my kicks look sick

Making dollar bills out of music

And got poppy seed fields with million dollar bills

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Tryna get this dough, triple my advances

Got on my suede shoes, i'm in a great mood

Now all im tryna do is get food

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

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

I'm wolf, tyler put this fucking knife in my hand

And you were tryna get it over fast.

All my other people that dance around

Some hosting dude tryna get the head count

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

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see