55 M’s

Lyrics

[Intro] (Ooh, Bi-Bighead on the beat) Okay [Chorus] Hoes wanna fuck me for the clout, tea But, they never can and they pouty I'm smokin', on big gas, got me drowsy But, no longer sleepin' in the county Fifty-five M's in my bank, that's goals Hatin' undercover on the kid, get exposed Black and white Rolls, black and white all my hoes She know it's a blessin' she get chose [Verse 1] Man, I just went bought a new scale, but it weigh out all the same Got a new hell-cat to drive it like it's plain, ugh Rappers fakin' flexin' for the 'gram all the same, ugh How you say you real but you ain't got no real chains? Ugh I could spot that bullshit from a mile away Shorty like the way I smell, that's the Prada way I'm bumpin' Sade, in the i8, you know I'm straight Y'all was hatin' in my comments, that's that time waste Backtrackin' like you 'bout to drop a song on MySpace I'ma go with my guerillas, that's that primate Skraight up, me and money on a blind date You just blind to the money, different mind state [Chorus] Hoes wanna fuck me for the clout, tea But, they never can and they pouty I'm smokin', on big gas, got me drowsy But, no longer sleepin' in the county Fifty-five M's in my bank, that's goals Hatin' undercover on the kid, get exposed Black and white Rolls, black and white all my hoes She know it's a blessin' she get chose [Verse 2] Okay, okay, the camera phone turn the traphouse to a porno place In the lamb like my favorite place to fornicate Twenty thou' in my pocket, that's a normal day (yeah) Wanna get this shit like me, gotta formulate Gucci on my frame and my bitch got a Karrueche frame (fact) Got out of jail, changed my life like I'm Gucci Mane (fact) You goin' broke and your team don't know who to blame (yeah) I'm on a Harley bike, this ain't no Suzuki thing Okay, look I got no time, I've been doin' coke lines We always on go time, we speedin' past slow signs I'm seein' so much money, I pray I never go blind Last time I checked, y'all was finished before mine Last time I checked, these i8 doors flyed Up like a butterfly, I made the show fly How you got so much drive and ain't got no tires? Grippin' on the money like my hands were both pliers [Chorus] Hoes wanna fuck me for the clout, tea But, they never can and they pouty I'm smokin', on big gas, got me drowsy But, no longer sleepin' in the county Fifty-five M's in my bank, that's goals Hatin' undercover on the kid, get exposed Black and white Rolls, black and white all my hoes She know it's a blessin' she get chose (it's a blessin' she get chose)