I got more money than your nigga do girl/You ain’t worry bout it/We be still fuckin’ around and I got a bitch too/We ain’t worry bout it
Drunk banter that sounds great at 2 a.m., but in retrospect was a terrible idea. The bass is out of control, which is undoubtedly a cheap trick to simulate the buzz, and the lyrics match the seedy intentions. The only thing missing is a scratch-and-sniff option where you get a nose full of weed breath.