Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Flip Work, artist - Bandgang
Date of issue: 05.12.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Flip Work |
Flip work count stacks, flip work count stacks, flip work count stacks |
Spend pros get it back |
I be thinking like who bitch it’s bout' to be tonight |
500 for a pair of shoes I only wore em twice |
Stack it up get it right fuck what the bitches like |
System out to get us they keep giving all my niggas life |
Got the gang in the club standing on the couches |
They ain’t even trippin' on us though, we know all the bouncers |
You would think my niggas stressing we blow all the ounces |
Send them bitches our way niggas stay from round us |
I just knew we’d be on someday |
Ghetto young nigga even trappin' on a Sunday |
Pourin' up mud hope I wake up Monday |
Shooters stay by me all my niggas bout gun play |
It’s like Iraq on the strap they got choppas and Macs |
And I’m talkin' bout' the Shred, have em on yo ass |
Flip work count up that’s a lot of cash |
Spend pros get it back boy I do it fast |
They say my name ain’t Biggs cause' I lost a lot of weight |
My name still Biggs check my mo’fuckin chain |
Went to school high as hell lost a pair of ice frames |
Had to put a couple niggas in they place the next day |
Riding with the 40 in the middle of the day |
I seen the fuck nigga when he was riding with his baby |
Cock my shit back like fuck it I’m crazy |
Roll the window down slow, rock the whole fuckin' cradle |
Gone off the syrup, no maple |
I was growing up with no cable |
Sike I’m lying man I always had cable but you run up on me with that wild shit |
and I’ma paint you |
Told yo bitch pour my gas I’ma pay you |
I skirted on her ass she was chasin' |
You probly' smiled when you heard that last line man this shit will blow your |
mind hit the booth and I get real creative |
Spend a lot of money get it right back |
Flying through these niggas hood’s they don’t like that |
I gotta plug the same city where the fight at |
But I ain’t stepping down there he send em' right back |
Feds watching us we don’t give no fucks |
Flip work count money nigga go nuts |
Still out here on the check up |
Fuck all these hoe niggas don’t respect one |
My momma mad at me I ain’t never gon' change |
In the hood all day still stuck in my ways |
Money on my line still making them plays |
Lines in my system I done poured a 8 |
Biggs right beside me he done rolled an eighth |
Cuz on my line he just left the bank |
3 months of show money that’s bout' 50k |
I ain’t telling you no mo' it’s the fucking gang |