kiddin about the money part

I put the new Forgis on the Jeep
I trap until the, bloody bottoms is underneath
'Cause all my n*ggas got it out the streets
I keep a hundred racks inside my jeans
I remember hittin' the mall with the whole team
Now a n*gga can't answer calls 'cause I'm ballin'
I was wakin' up gettin' racks in the mornin'
I was broke, now I'm rich, these n*ggas salty

Oh, you got an ass on you alright. See that's what he's talking about. Spread your ass open, dude. You can do the rump shaker, huh? The thug shaker; gimme the thug shaker, dude, shake your ass! Take your hands off it and shake that ♥♥♥♥. Pull your shirt up, I know you can shake it, shake it! Yeah that's some thug ass right there. Oh yeah, that'll work. You got the booty, dude! ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥. Look good, bro? Yes. Yeah nice, huh? Alright that'll work for him. Put that condom on.