Have you heard about that nigga kutt calhoun?
I heard that nigga is broke and everything
I heard tech won′t even fuck with him
Ask my own daughter, she'll tell ya
Thats my own daddy and I heard the nigga was goin bad
Damn, is this what happens
When a nigga take a little rest from the scenery?
Can′t I enjoy my wealth
Without a mother fucker sayin they ain't seein me?
Kutt then just about fell off huh?
Fell off? Man let me tell yall somthin
I put the S in this bitch, the best in this bitch
For game and I'm gon sell yall some
Redded up like a Hostess truck
The total opposite of broke as fuck
I can spend it each day
Without hate there′s no way so
Made enough to loan Oprah some
Jessica Simpson′s how my money is listed
And thats stupid dumb
Nicki Minaj booty now you know where I hide cash
It keeps gettin bigger and bigger
Thats because I'm an asset to her fine ass
Where her ass is you can find cash
Hit the jackpot if you find that
But her shit is equipped with explosives
If you even thinkin of gettin behind that
Damn honey, you didn′t know I was the man honey?
Yall thought I was fallin off
But I snapped back with that strange money
Snap snap back with that strange money
Snap snap back with that strange money
Prayin that I wouldn't bounce back
Now that shit′s startin to sound strange money
Lil Wayne told me just do you that was too true
Bought a Range Rover not a new new but it was booboo
Since I came over to the new school im the whos who
To every one who thought I couldn't make it
Like a midget peeing at a yernal
But back when I sold dope
I envisioned people at my funeral
Found out that I had flows
Then started livin at the studio
And that was all that she wrote
Now my livin room is so beautiful
Cos′ I bang like a Crip and lood
At 85 on Sherm Street
Now we finna cut through this lane quick
Won't be no room for this lame shit
So let me clear the heads of all you squares who on this same shit
Damn honey, you didn't know I was the man honey?
Yall thought I was fallin off
But I snapped back with that strange money
Snap snap back with that strange money
Snap snap back with that strange money
Prayin that I wouldn′t bounce back
Man that shits startin to sound strange money
Now okay, speakin of snapbacks
Y′all ragged raps need a bottle of that
A perm or somethin to smoothen it out hell a high comb
Cuz yall lookin flakey
My grandma can rap better than that
Touch yall up with a Wag Newport
But it won't take it, still nappy and whack
Kinky with these winky dinky
Look my pants dont fit me rhymes
Grown man with a pussy print
Ashamed to even be in these times
Hair shaved (hair long) crazy designs
Yall soft as ever if I add all those up togetha
Man yall niggas lookin like salt and peppa
Its a damn shame what a buck do
So if rich and famous meant bein like that
Then you can catch ya boy on the bus fool
Holdin on to my transfer
Oh great rico with a buck tooth
Tellin stories bout how I never sold my soul cuz im fuck proof

Writer(s): Michael Summers, Melvin Calhoun, Melvin Lewis Calhoun Jr., Ernesto Edwards<br>Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com