Flipping

Smoking up a bet

Yah I want that check

50 in my Benz

Need a hundred grand

Spend it make it back

Boy don’t got that swag

And we’re flipping PLEASURE

That’s a hundred RASH

Flipping and pulling a chip on your bitching I ain’t gonna tag that

I don’t want nothing to do with a man who falls for that fast

You’re talking your shit, you’re running your mouth but you can’t play

I hid it in the dash, but don’t give a damn what you have to say