Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Flip Work , by - BandgangRelease date: 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 |