This is a song about "We got the cash"

Lips and show no cockyness, we got the tricks, we got the kicks, we got the

But that's a lie, so give this thug a tryi'd rather be ya nigga

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Hurry up with the cash bitch, i got a ride waiting

Cause the economies hungry for cash

While i'm rubbing on that ass

These niggas wanna be scarface, i'm with sosa

We got acid in the air like we was pourin soda

And all women who had light features, see

Fuck a bail bonds got cash on deck to get free

O.f. is the coldest thing, and i'm the fuckin' general

Because we got something special, we be on the same level

But we all got the same rights don't we?

Where you belong with your family