FLiPMoNeY
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FLiPMoNeY
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Lyrics
You’re my crutch, you’re my dreams when I fuck
thats why we get at peoples like buck buck, keep it on da tuck
that 4-5 gets me high, leaves mouths dry
wholes through ya body leaking like cherry pie, no lie
the biggest can die, as long as you got the 4-5
7 foot get lifted 7 foot, have u in papers story in a book
legaly imake u shook, im legaly a crook
president clinton, even fell to a victim
get more then butt head, green ketchup the bread
let my whole crew be fed, quote what I said
leave u choked up and dead, have you shaken when you read
bush got us at war, they wont stop till we poor
drink smoke blunts leaving me tour, presented at the door
blunts in the drewer, army on the floor
flipmoney gets all da money, plays des cats as dummys
I fuck wit you cause ya style bummy, dis is madd funny
everyday they be like where da okey coke, everyday I smoke
this life aint shit but a joke, ill be dead before broke
murder she wrote, getting ya house ya whip and ya boat
stacks of loot, get stomped in a tim boot
red on the suit, so its ok for me to shoot
agressive like barkely, high intense like jordan
power like shaq, hands like moss
they be like let me see ya hands boss, cause I stay wit gloss
these keys I toss, check the cost
I just won you loss, argument? I rock jaws
I stop and pause, grab my balls
graffiti on the walls, cell phone calls
2 way alerts, for my perks
new sneak wit a fresh shirt, brush off the dirt
loan for the whip, keys for the six
stay wit a bitch, never a snitch
