Fifty Five

[Intro]
Yeah

[Verse]
Told my mom I'm finna be great, just gotta give me time
She forty-five right now, she gon' be rich as hell by fifty-five
My plug got loud, loud, loud, I told that nigga, "Slide"
My shorty coming through, she got some dope that she can mix with mine
I get controlling of what's mine, I call her Ms. Geppetto
Everyday, I'm rising to the top, I got some big stilettos
I don't discriminize, but I really like my bitches yellow
I can make this pretty cracker bitch feel like she in the ghetto or she in the hood
And I know all her people from the country and that ain't really good
'Cause they the type to lynch a nigga, ride around in pointy hoods
So, I'ma run away like I was juuging some imported goods
Nine times out of ten, I don't give one fuck
She said the sex was great, but that's a bitch that I would unfuck
Dollars hanging out my pocket, that shit untucked
Sike, nigga, I use my fucking card, I ain't no dumbfuck
Ever had a bullet in your belly? You want a tummy tuck
Said that you want beef with a nigga, but why am I untouched?
And I'm still pulling white hoes, call it bunny butt (Stop, stop, stop, what do you mean by that?)