FLIPPA

Go

Phill T

Finna hop on this beat, I'm spazzin'

I just finished doin' my taxes

Said he lookin' for me, who askin'?

I'm in another country relaxin'

The way I'm makin' money, it's magic

The way I spend this bag, it's faster

These other **** bag, molasses

Bitches all on my dick they nasty

Let's go, I'm rockin' Louis V, got Virgil's on my feet

I be spendin' Krispy Kreme , I used to sip on lean

Now a **** livin' clean

My fit is very mean

My bitch she very special like a fifth of Hennessy

Ask yo bitch if she know me, she prolly on my team

You ain't buy her that Chanel, I bought it cause it's clean

And she ate my meat, now I'm hoppin' on A plane

We headed to Belize, I'm livin' in a dream

Used to pray for better days, now better days is yesterdays

I'm gettin' paid, recorded that song yesterday

Back to back, I'm droppin' shit

Back to back, you floppin' shit

Don't come askin' me bout this Chrome

You know this ain't no counterfeit

Get Paid, Young **** Get Paid

Get Paid, Young **** Get Paid

Get Paid, Young **** Get Paid

Get Paid, Young **** Get Paid

Get Paid, Young **** Get Paid

Get Paid, Young **** Get Paid

Yeah, get paid

I'm livin' that shit, just like Flippa tried to say

You **** in the way bitch, get up out my face

You ain't tryin' to get no cake, your whole life in the way

Your whole life in the way, shit

I'm bout to cop a Vette to park it next to this Model X

That bitch might look clean next to it, shit

We bout to bet, who tryin' to race, who tryin' to get some steaks?

Yeah, hit up Ocean Prime, put that shit all in my face, Pause

(And that's it I ain't got shit else to talk about)

Uhhh Yeah I think that's it thats all imma do

**** ain't getting no fuckin money anyway

Fuck out my face broke ass boy