Lyrics Flippin - Lil' Flip

Flippin

You know we doin’a song for the ladies, they want records too, you know
So if you want to come kick it wit some real pimp, a real man, a young boss
Girl money don’t run out
Let me holla if you down wit Clover G’s (fo'sho)
(Lil'Flip w/ ad libs)
I know that you’d take care of me, baby please (that's right, that’s right)
No baby is not jealousy, jealousy
I know that I know that you pimpin’you pimpiiiinn'
I know that I know that so I’m flippin’I’m flippiiinnnn
The first day we met, I was in my vet
I just left Warner Brothers pickin’up my check (hahaaa)
I pulled up in Wing Stop just to get me a bike
Rubber cush on my blunt so I’m high as a kite
Red monkeys wit a crist twelve hundred to pop
And when you walk by I couldn’t do nothin’but watch
Cause I know you wit a cat who ain’t treatin’you right
And if you wanna be happy you should leave him right now
I got a ten o’clock flight on my G-5 girl
Let me upgrade you, no more Levi’s girl
I’mma show you finer thangs you can cruise the world
And when we come back you gon’have bluest purse
Yessir
I ain’t a pimp no more, that was '99 (99)
Cause when it came to the bread I had to get mine
Top down when I’m roll up the Vegas Strip
Four pound on my hip in case a nigga trip
A hundred dollar chips, let’s gamble ma (let's go)
And if the crowd get thick let’s scramble ma (let's go)
No gal can cook shrimp better than ma (haha)
I had a gal ain’t know what berretta or nine
After this, I’mma drop «Ahead of My Time»
The true thangs that I love is my bread and my dyme
They be like «Flip man you got a lazy flow»
That’s when I say «oh wellll, I make crazy dough»
Chuchhh Chuchhh
w/ Mya singing
You always say the things to make me staaaayyyyy
He then told me that you would change your waaayyyysss
You always got the best from meeee
I gave 'em to you faithfully
I’m flippin’now I gotta get awaaaayyyyy
So come and roll wit a fly boy
You can be my fly girl
Just you and I girl
The kid ballin’like Jim Jones (balliiiiiinnnnnnnnn)
Cause I made about 8 million ringtones (balliiiiiinnnnnnnnn)
I’m a certified mack in the streets
How many rappers got ice on the back (but they not too many)
I do it big like that rapper from ???
While you exit home put your ring out (hahaaa)
And we on private jets sippin’real wine
I was in the projects watchin’feds crime
But now I’m doin’projects gettin’paid now (yeahh)
There go the paparazzi go and put your head down (cheese, cheese)