This is a song about "You think you re made of money"

Go ask anybody what they think of you,

About to slide out but i'll get back at ya ooh

Tell me, if you lived in poverty all of your life you wouldn't really talk money,

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

You think that your full of shit blink

Now i'm back with one of my latest

Just lay back, get your face slapped

You think this all some kind of act

Its totally up you but will you please re survey

Quit the job baby, come and fuck me all day

Seen you tryna switch it up but girl you ain't that dope

You really think the money will get you anywhere? nope

And i can't denyi had some bitches in new yorksome puerto rican bitches

Innovative and i'm made of rubber, so that anything you say is

Of flavors made to make you look lamer than a 7-up

What yall niggas know about it, my kick game is world cup