Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Flipping on 4's, artist - Slim Thug. Album song Hogg Life, Vol. 2: Still Surviving, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 09.07.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Hogg Life
Song language: English
Flipping on 4's |
Money, hoes, and clothes |
Blunt smoke coming out the nose, is all a nigga knows |
Flipping on foes, putting |
Watching the stash grow, clocking the cash flow |
Money, hoes and clothes, is all a nigga know |
And I been saying that shit since back in '04 |
Born in the hood but refuse to stay broke |
Had to get rich, got tired of selling dope |
Grind into the top now my momma living good |
Living them dreams we was having in the hood |
Boys better quit tripping and get up on their paper |
Stop saving these hoes and avoid all these haters |
Can’t kick they ass nowadays they’ll sue |
When under pressure Your best friends telling on you |
Where them bitches at, I keep plenty dimes |
Money, hoes and clothes is all in my mind |
Money, hoes, and clothes |
Blunt smoke coming out the nose, is all a nigga knows |
Flipping on foes, putting tags on toes |
Watching the stash grow, clocking the cash flow |
I speak the truth, never tell you lies |
Still a hunnid ain’t switch like them other guys |
New year new levels of this boss life |
Hopping out the drive rows like, suprise |
And now them haters can’t believe they eyes |
Swear I wasn’t gonna be shit, bitch apologize |
Wanna see me lose, but a nigga still winning |
Wanna see me stop but them 4's still spinnin' |
Went from cheering for a nigga to being a hater |
The gift in the curse of getting this paper |
See ya later broke niggas I got new neighbors |
Plus its cause I’m still getting new paper |
Money, hoes, and clothes |
Blunt smoke coming out the nose, is all a nigga knows |
Flipping on foes, putting tags on toes |
Watching the stash grow, clocking the cash flow |
Now look who creeping, look who crawling |
Look who still balling in the mix |
Still sticking long dick in your bitch |
Your section full of niggas, my section full of hoes |
At the club tryna fight, what you mad for |
Everybody who I know mad mad cause they broke |
I came to sell a grade, I made mills and making mo' |
Meek free, DJ gonna play that intro |
And everything he named on it but that lambo |
Cause I couldn’t fix same shit with yo bitch |
You ain’t gotta spit game to em when you getting rich |
If I ain’t broke boy then gonna fix ya |
Money, hoes, and clothes |
Blunt smoke coming out the nose, is all a nigga knows |
Flipping on foes, putting tags on toes |
Watching the stash grow, clocking the cash flow |