Flip Work - Bandgang

Flip work count stacks, flip work count stacks, flip work count stacks

Spend pros get it back

I be thinking like who bitch it’s bout' to be tonight

500 for a pair of shoes I only wore em twice

Stack it up get it right fuck what the bitches like

System out to get us they keep giving all my niggas life

Got the gang in the club standing on the couches

They ain’t even trippin' on us though, we know all the bouncers

You would think my niggas stressing we blow all the ounces

Send them bitches our way niggas stay from round us

I just knew we’d be on someday

Ghetto young nigga even trappin' on a Sunday

Pourin' up mud hope I wake up Monday

Shooters stay by me all my niggas bout gun play

It’s like Iraq on the strap they got choppas and Macs

And I’m talkin' bout' the Shred, have em on yo ass

Flip work count up that’s a lot of cash

Spend pros get it back boy I do it fast

They say my name ain’t Biggs cause' I lost a lot of weight

My name still Biggs check my mo’fuckin chain

Went to school high as hell lost a pair of ice frames

Had to put a couple niggas in they place the next day

Riding with the 40 in the middle of the day

I seen the fuck nigga when he was riding with his baby

Cock my shit back like fuck it I’m crazy

Roll the window down slow, rock the whole fuckin' cradle

Gone off the syrup, no maple

I was growing up with no cable

Sike I’m lying man I always had cable but you run up on me with that wild shit

and I’ma paint you

Told yo bitch pour my gas I’ma pay you

I skirted on her ass she was chasin'

You probly' smiled when you heard that last line man this shit will blow your

mind hit the booth and I get real creative

Spend a lot of money get it right back

Flying through these niggas hood’s they don’t like that

I gotta plug the same city where the fight at

But I ain’t stepping down there he send em' right back

Feds watching us we don’t give no fucks

Flip work count money nigga go nuts

Still out here on the check up

Fuck all these hoe niggas don’t respect one

My momma mad at me I ain’t never gon' change

In the hood all day still stuck in my ways

Money on my line still making them plays

Lines in my system I done poured a 8

Biggs right beside me he done rolled an eighth

Cuz on my line he just left the bank

3 months of show money that’s bout' 50k

I ain’t telling you no mo' it’s the fucking gang