Fifty Five lyrics

[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 n*gga, "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 b*tches yellow
I can make this pretty cracker b*tch 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 n*gga, 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 f*ck
She said the sex was great, but that's a b*tch that I would unf*ck
Dollars hanging out my pocket, that sh*t untucked
Sike, n*gga, I use my f*cking card, I ain't no dumbf*ck
Ever had a bullet in your belly? You want a tummy tuck
Said that you want beef with a n*gga, 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?)