I don't usually do this, but Flawless tracks put down a beat so catchy that I just had to do it right. I don't know about you, but we gettin money over here! WE GET IT!
The Phlame
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The Phlame
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Lyrics
What it do pimpin?
I’m running through trippin
On my hundred shoe sipping
A cup of juice chilling
And I’m fully fitted…
To get, that, doe
High maintenance?
Forget, that, hoe
Lipping off?
Talk shit, get, blown
I’m a boss
I’m the shit, bitch, know
On some real talk
If we hit, get, gone
A walk it out
Hit that door
My lid get the finish off
Ya chick gimme sippy top
Strip it off, sick and hot
Lickin like a lollipop
Lollygag, swallow that
Bottle after bottle back
Me, I push that throttle back
Me, I get them money bags
Money at, money tracks
Carrots like a bunny rab
Country in the summer
Huggin blunts when the sunnys back
Fuck it, I aint love her
But I’ll fuck her if she comin back
NUTS for that money
Honey aint you know I’m lovin that?
WE GET IT!
Money over here, like we print it over here
Hundreds over here or we get it so its near
Get it so its easy
Its so, easy to get it
Cheddar cheese
For my meal
Like we hungry over here
Heezy make it rain
Like ya maynes the weatherman
Smoke in my doe
We roll blunts in Benjamins
I’m all business
And when you all business
You get all or nothing
Cause fuck small business
I fuck ya’ll mistress
And then she dismissed
Now you got an ex
Like ya name was Christmas
Talk shit! you scared shitless
Shiver shaking faggot
Money over here
For real we always we had it
From machines automatic
Teller, tell’em im the baddest
Collars and my wallets
Balling like my daddy
Ballin’s like a habit
I’m starving til I’m famished
Sean Carter, call me!
Let the prodigy get at it!
Grabbin…
WE GET IT!
You can find me getting
In the back of the booth
Sickness drippin saliva
On the back of my tooth
Pull it cold please
You know I keep it hot
Bulletproof teeth
The way I’m takin shots
Im thinking bout Lincolns
Fresh but they stinkin
Im like the pig skin
Player, you like mink skin
Soft, the thought
Never crossed your mind
You never seen a track
Criss-crossed as mine
You never seen a sauce
That’s hotter than mine
Outta my mind
Getting money
I don’t know how to define
I count every damn dollar right down to the dime
Outta the blind
Into the blue, into the truth
Into the loot, til theres money in my boots
Call, me greedy stevey I don’t give a hoot
I’m tryna quit the 4 door
And get into the coupe
Speed limits to who?
Well, I don’t know about you
But we get…
