Strange $ - Kutt Calhoun

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