Lyrics Strange $ - Kutt Calhoun

Strange $

Have you heard about that nigga kutt calhoun?
Naw what?
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
Is he?
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 y’all somethin
I put the S in this bitch, the best in this bitch
For game and I’m gon sell y’all some
Breaded up like a Hostess truck
The total opposite of broke as fuck
Tryin to find a way I can spend it each day
Without hate there’s no way so
Made enough to loan Oprah some (hell nah)
But its beaucoup funds
Jessica Simpson’s how my money is listed
And that’s stupid dumb
Nicki Minaj booty now, you know where I hide cash
It keeps gettin bigger and bigger
That’s 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
[Chorus: Kutt Calhoun}
Damn honey, you didn’t know I was the man honey?
Yall thought I was fallin off
But I snapped back with that strange $
Snap snap back with that strange $
Snap snap back with that strange $
Prayin that I wouldn’t bounce back
Now that shit’s startin to sound strange $
Yeah
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 I’m the whos who
To every one who thought I couldn’t make it
I’m the true proof
Stayin up on my toes, like a midget peein at a urinal
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
Cause I bang like a Crip and Blood at 85 on Sherm Street
Strange, got my business up, now we finna cut through this lane quick
Dame, once I’m finished up won’t be no room for this lame shit
So let me clear the heads of all you squares who on the same shit
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 y’all lookin flakey
My grandma can rap better than that
Touch y’all up with a Wag Newport
But it won’t take it, still nappy and whack
Kinky, with these winky dinky
«Look my pants can’t fit me» rhymes
Grown man with a pussy print
Ashamed to even be in these times
Hair shaved, hair long, crazy designs, y’all soft as ever
If I add all those up togetha
Man y’all niggas lookin like salt and peppa
But I won’t fuck you
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 cause I’m fuck proof