Print

HahaaaI know y'all wonderin' like"What the hell is Flip doin' man""How he get out his deal?"All you gotta do is take 2 millionAnd walk in the door, and that's how they'll let you goHahaaaCause I get money niggaI'm a fly boy niggaMy chain worth thousand grands niggaThat's twenty thousand karats nigga(Yeah)Step your game upThat's why your chain ain't up niggaaaThe 4-5 on my lap when I'm in the trap hoodBlueberry by the pound, now where did you get that? (smoked it)I can't tell you nigga, I'm not a snitchBut on the real it feel great to be richI'm just playin' my hand, watchin' "Makin' The Band" (band)Johnny ordered my watch (watch)And he makin' the band (yeah)I be changin' it up (up)Ain't no changin' me what (what)You lil' niggas betta shut up shut upAye, who shut the mall down? (me!)SongtexteAnd who bought all the hats? (me!)Matter of fact, don't I look good in this Cadillac? (yes)My roof back, my coupe black50 grand I blew thatI'm so fly they call me "Mr. I Can Do That"'CauseH-Town!M.I.A. yayoThat's how we do thisIt's the bossMultimillionaire shit 'round hereFlip what up?Might cop a Benz (what)Not a regular Benz (Ross)Multimillionaire so baby I double my endsMercedes, Maybach, broke niggas stay backThe boss don't play, boy you gotta pay thatWatch cop some bub (bub)G's runnin' stacks (stacks)They be year off (off)Bring my money back (back)Yeah I fuck wit G's (g's)Out in Cloverland (yeah)We talkin' 20 keysBut I don't know the man (Ross)I'm gettin' cheese (cheese)It's time to shine (shine)I love to flip (flip)I'm flippin' mine (Ross)Hoes love the smell (smell)They smell the money (money)You wanna smell yourself (bitch)Well bitch shell it from me (Ross)H-Town!M.I.A. yayoThat's how we do thisIt's the bossMultimillionaire shit 'round hereFlip what up?I told niggas I show niggas, I'm the bestI'm the shit in New York, but I'm a God on the West (holla!)I must confess, 'The Source' own me two more mics (hey I need two more mics)I took my ringtone money and bought two more bikesI took my liquor money (yeah)And bought another crib (yeah)I got three maids (yeah)That is that fuckin' gameGo ask Corn Row (ask him)We do it big right? (right)If I ain't front row, I ain't watchin' the fight (fuck it)I be in Street Port wit my nigga Bayday ??I be in airports wit my fuckin' AK (shut up!)4-7 to 11, 1-8-7 on a copI know you prayin' that I flop, niggaaa!ButH-Town!M.I.A. yayoThat's how we do thisIt's the bossMultimillionaire shit 'round hereFlip what up? Aus Songtexte Mania