Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Block Money , by - Lil' Flip. Release date: 18.12.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Block Money |
| This for the block, there’s no place like show business |
| Hell naw nigga, I’m serious |
| I’m honored, I’m back |
| Take this muh’fucken rap money |
| And bring it back to the block nigga |
| Haha, fo' real, so if you gettin yo money |
| That drank money, you gettin it |
| You know, I’m just worried about me now |
| Got all the fuck boys from around me, hey fuck you niggas |
| Hey, now let’s get it |
| After I do my concert, I bring that money to the block |
| And nigga I don’t half, cause I want the whole block |
| Now whip it, now whip it, now whip it, now whip it |
| Now get it, whip it, ship it, and flip it |
| Ay I told you muh’fuckers I’ma bounce back |
| With three million in cash, potna count that |
| If I write you a check, nigga you can cash that |
| And when I’m in Europe, I use my flatstack |
| The black car get used fo' times a day |
| My rims skinny, but my pockets overweight |
| Go get yo tubes tied, cause you a bitch boy |
| 800 grand, and now you think you rich boy |
| You better step it up, my paper been straight |
| And by the way my new chick go to Penn Stae |
| I paid for her car, I paid for her books |
| Okay I’m lyin, but don’t that shit go with the hook |
| I got money to blow, I oughta be ashamed |
| I’m playin with some change, I want Travolta plane |
| He got a couple of 'em, we always fuck with rubbers |
| This ain’t O.G. |
| kush, I like to call it Bubble |
| Ay fuck boy, I’m the James Toney of rap |
| Cause niggas hate me, but I still got it like that |
| A brand new 'Vette, I’m a ladies man |
| Plus my Bretlin cost me 80 grand |
| Ay, money ain’t a thang, you know where I hang |
| And besides music, you know what I slang |
| And you know what I claim, It’s Clover Geez up |
| And don’t you hate it when yo potna smoke, all yo weed up? |
| I had to roll my sleeves up (why?), cause of my bracelet |
| And we ain’t goin nowhere, so just face it |
| I lace weed with the syrup cause it burn slow |
| I make G’s with my words cause it earn dough |
| Who woulda known Lil' Flip 'll scan five mil' |
| And then be forced to take a break for two years |
| But the block got love for the God |
| So you know it ain’t shit for me to get a nigga robbed |
| For the block niggas |