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Credits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Flipp Dinero
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Christopher St. Victor
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Flipp
Loose
Yeah, yeah
That money wanna marry me
I do! Hahaha
I do! Hahaha
Let's get it, yeah
[Verse 2]
I do, I do
Gettin' money since a youngin'
And all I did was want a ****
Ain't no frontin' in this shit
I do, I do
Movin' **** like I'm overseas
Movin' **** they don't know it stinks
I do, I do
Gettin' money since a youngin'
And all I did was want a ****
Ain't no frontin' in this shit
I do, I do
Movin' **** like I'm overseas
Movin' **** they don't know it stinks
[Verse 3]
Ride suspicious with the Glock extended
Hit the spot up ****, then I gotta get it
Don't look up back a option
Get the choppers spinnin'
Movin' Texas shawty, 'cause them reapers in it
Seat up in it, vacant, three percent it
I was smokin' dope just to eat the feelin'
But her **** tit just copped a whip, explicit
Hey 'lil mama you see me
Lob a hundred faces
I got tunnel vision like the beam on 'em
Blocked up for the mans, I'm finna scheme on 'em
Fucked some commas, commas just to bleed on 'em
Come and seize the apron with the big homies
I'm tryna trip the four clover leaf over seas
Move it like I've got a couple keys, all on me
But I'm stuck, and never ride with extendo
Skate on your block, flip a point out the window
My part to take in this tragedy
Actually **** just came and they fuck with me
Bashin' me, **** just came
And they family laughed at me
**** just came and they ride and be active B
Remember them days when them hoes used to laugh at me
Now that I fuck 'em, these **** be mad at me
Bust in her mouth, feed that bitch, eat plenty
White on her tits, call me Flipp or the Dennis
Now this gold boy stick by my decision
Fuck **** different they call this the vision
They lose the image of keepin' the vision
I pray up to God, but I pour up for sinnin'
Fuck all this fucked shit I'm plottin' I'm winnin'
I'm lost in the sauce like I'm finna 'bout the spinnin'
All of this sad, give a fuck 'bout your feelings
All of this trappin' I slay to the ceiling
Lately I've been on a quest for myself
Chokin' on toxic all up in my chest
Demons around me they blessed when I step
I got kryptonite round me the size of my chest
Free from the top now I'm stuck in the trenches
Holdin' my light til I live, just blendin'
Free for the drop at the top with a permit
Fuck all this fucked shit, this fucked shit is
[Verse 4]
I do, I do
Gettin' money since a youngin'
And all I did was want a ****
Ain't no frontin' in this shit
I do, I do
Movin' **** like I'm overseas
Movin' **** they don't know it stinks
I do, I do
Gettin' money since a youngin'
And all I did was want a ****
Ain't no frontin' in this shit
I do, I do
Movin' **** like I'm overseas
Movin' **** they don't know it stinks
Written by: Christopher St. Victor