Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Strange $, artist - Kutt Calhoun. Album song Kelvin, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 01.10.2012
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
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 |