Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song We Flip, artist - E-40. Date of issue: 24.11.2016
Song language: English
We Flip |
| We can turn two into four, four in to eight, eight into sixteen |
| The money make ‘em sick… we flip |
| We can turn two into four, four in to eight, eight into sixteen |
| The money make ‘em sick… we flip |
| We flip |
| I can eyeball the product and give an estimate (estimate) |
| Before I cop the narcotics, I let a fiend test it |
| Pockets pregnant looking like some saggy titties (saggy titties) |
| Pistol in my waist, back there by my kidneys (by my kidneys) |
| Nickels and pennies I used to chase, used to be piss poor (piss poor) |
| The laughing stock but not no mothafuckin more (not no more) |
| Bought a Bentley from Los Gatos got the best prices |
| No more drunk classes, finally gave me back my license (your license?) |
| I’m a goon with the spoon I make it do what it do |
| The dude that taught me how to cook, (what's his name?) his name was Raul |
| Raul was my ese, love me to death |
| Raul is the neighborhood chef |
| Six times two don’t have a clue on how I move and I wiggle, see (move and I |
| wiggle see) |
| One thing about me, I ain’t bootsie |
| They’ll break in your whip and steal your backpack and dip (backpack and dip) |
| They plottin' and plannin' on how to make the money flip (make the money flip) |
| We can turn two into four, four in to eight, eight into sixteen |
| The money make ‘em sick… we flip |
| We can turn two into four, four in to eight, eight into sixteen |
| The money make ‘em sick… we flip |
| We flip |
| It’s Cousin Fik |
| Look, I turned a deuce into a quarter man I know you can count |
| What you mean what I want for ‘em? |
| You know the amount |
| You say my prices high, that’s fine, you know you can bounce |
| If you my mans and I know you solid, I might throw you an ounce |
| But you ain’t gonna get it off or get no dough on the couch |
| You gotta network on the phone get dressed and get out the house |
| If you get pressed by them people, tell 'em «figure it out» |
| Keep what you know in your brain, don’t let that shit out your mouth |
| ‘Cause this a serious game we playin', so you better wear your cletes |
| The rollers more street smart than the niggas in the streets |
| That’s why my game stays sharpy like a permanent marker |
| Creepin' like a spider man, but I’m not Peter Parker |
| My bubble came from struggle, you niggas don’t know the half |
| Greenhouse got me ballin' in Dallas just like the Mavs |
| When haters say «I'm trippin'» my nigga I just laugh |
| We can get some money my nigga, I did the math |
| We can turn two into four, four in to eight, eight into sixteen |
| The money make ‘em sick… we flip |
| We can turn two into four, four in to eight, eight into sixteen |
| The money make ‘em sick… we flip |
| We flip |
| Dropped twenty-five K on a wristwatch |
| I be playin' with them birds, Alfred Hitchcock |
| And you know I got that rocket, no Rick Rock |
| Creepin' on a milly, hundred K is a pitstop |
| Hundred racks, ten belts, do the math ho |
| I’m a hustla from the womb to a tagged toe |
| I swear, I can get you anything you ask for |
| Burned ten bands without fuckin' up my cashflow |
| Flip work, count stacks like the BandGang |
| Choose Up Cheese state to state, like a campaign |
| Thirty for the brick, seventeen for the half thang |
| All I talk is money nigga, all I spit is cash game |
| Make it double, make it triple, make it last forever |
| Every day that I wake up, I’m on a cash endeavor |
| Brand new elevens, black and red, patent leathers |
| They call me Cheese, ‘cause a nigga known for stackin' cheddar |
| We can turn two into four, four in to eight, eight into sixteen |
| The money make ‘em sick… we flip |
| We can turn two into four, four in to eight, eight into sixteen |
| The money make ‘em sick… we flip |
| We flip |