Strange $

[Intro] 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? [Verse 1: Kutt Calhoun] 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 $ [Verse 2: Kutt Calhoun] 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 [Hook] [Verse 3: Kutt Calhoun] 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 [Hook]