(Lil' Flip)
Yessir
It's ya boy Fliperachi the 1 fly boy
(Yeaahhh)
I'm the building wit my girl Mya
(Fo' sho)
You know we doin' a song for the ladies,
They want records too, you know
So if you want to come kick
It wit some real pimp, a real man,
A young boss girl money don't run out
Let me holla if you down wit Clover G's
(Fo' sho...)
(Hook - Mya)
I know that you'd take care of me,
Baby please (that's right, that's right)
No baby is not jealousy, jealousy
I know that I know that
You pimpin' you pimpiiiinn'
I know that I know that so
I'm flippin' I'm flippiiinnnn...
(Verse 1)
The first day we met,
I was in my vet
I just left Warner Brothers
Pickin' up my check (hahaaa)
I pulled up in Wing Stop
Just to get me a bike
Rubber cush on my blunt so
I'm high as a kite
Red monkeys wit a crist
Twelve hundred to pop
And when you walk by I couldn't
Do nothin' but watch
Cause I know you wit a cat who
Ain't treatin' you right
And if you wanna be happy you
Should leave him right now
I got a ten o'clock flight
On my G-5 girl
Let me upgrade you, no more Levi's girl
I'mma show you finer thangs
You can cruise the world
And when we come back you
Gon' have bluest purse
Yessir...
(Hook)
(Verse 2)
I ain't a pimp no more,
That was '99 (99)
Cause when it came to the bread
I had to get mine
Top down when I'm roll up
The Vegas Strip
Four pound on my hip
In case a nigga trip
A hundred dollar chips,
Let's gamble ma (let's go)
And if the crowd get thick let's
Scramble ma (let's go)
No gal can cook shrimp
Better than ma (haha)
I had a gal ain't know
What berretta or nine
After this, I'mma drop
'Ahead of My Time'
The true thangs that
I love is my bread and my dyme
They be like 'Flip man you
Got a lazy flow'
That's when I say 'oh wellll,
I make crazy dough'
Chuchhh Chuchhh...
(Hook)
You always say the things
To make me staaaayyyyy
He then told me that you would
Change your waaayyyysss
You always got the best from meeee
I gave 'em to you faithfully
I'm flippin' now I gotta get
Awaaaayyyyy...
(Verse 3)
So come and roll wit a fly boy
You can be my fly girl
Just you and I girl
The kid ballin' like Jim Jones
(Balliiiiiinnnnnnnnn)
Cause I made about 8 million ringtones
(Balliiiiiinnnnnnnnn)
I'm a certified mack in the streets
How many rappers got ice on the back
(But they not too many)
I do it big like that rapper from?
While you exit home put your ring out
(Hahahaaa)
And we on private jets sippin' real wine
I was in the projects watchin' feds crime
But now I'm doin' projects gettin' paid now
(Yeahh)
There go the paparazzi go and put
Your head down (cheese, cheese...)
(Hook)
compositores: WILLIE GARDNER, CARLOS HASSAN, SANDY LAL, BRIAN MCGEE, DOUGLAS MUIRDEN, DAVID MURDOCH, DAVID RUDDEN, WESLEY WESTON, PAUL WISHART
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