This is a song about "You got that"

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

You got me to do everything you wanted/ that pussy persuasive

You by the cooler yea you niggas don't get no tick

Ay, you- i heard you shining, but i got that gold membership

Doesn't anybody even comment? look at props that you got,

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

And mine somewhere bout mars

You said that you got a+ bars

See youse a nasty girl, wit yo fine ass

That lambo you got , i hope one day you crash,

But you got that sign that i'm fine

But check out how i roll mine

They ain't authentic, tell them i don’t even relate

When you see my life you think that i've got it made

She ain't ever trippin when a nigga ain't around

Unless you got that money sonny, best you fuckin throw down