55 M's - Caskey

Okay, 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

Man, I just went bought a new scale, but it weigh out all the same

Got a new hair, kept 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 a prouder way

I’m bumpin' Shawty, 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

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

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 been doin' coke lines

We always on go time, we speedin' past slow signs

I’m seein' so much money, I pray that 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 ties?

Grippin' on the money like my hands were both pliers

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)