Flip It lyrics

[Intro]
Woo, woo, woo
Uh
Dubba-AA flexin'
MoneyMarr
I get the work and I flip it, uh
Yeah, uh
This is the sound

[Chorus]
I get that work, flip it
Wrap up the pack and ship it, uh
Thirty round out the chop and it’s kickin', uh
Got a couple b*tches, they be trickin', uh
ARP got a young n*gga limpin’, uh
Double cup, all this lean I be sippin', uh
Big Glock-9, b*tch came with a red light
n*gga try fake so we shot at his headlight
I get that work, flip it
Wrap up the pack and ship it, uh
Thirty round out the chop and it's kickin', uh
Got a couple b*tches, they be trickin', uh
ARP got a young n*gga limpin', uh
Double cup, all this lean I be sippin', uh
Big Glock-9, b*tch came with a red light
n*gga try fake so we shot at his headlight
[Verse]
I'm at the top, lil’ b*tch, get your bread right
I trap on the block with my brother from day to night
I’m stayin' down, get to the money
n*ggas be broke, these b*tches is funny
Walk down, run down, hit with a hundred
Up with the fifth and you know I’ma dump it
They don't want war, my brother be drummin'
Carlito gon' rock with the package, it’s comin'
Put ten in his dome, he got hit with the heat
b*tch bust down, ice out, Louis my feet
I trap out the pound, get it off by the week
Coon ass n*ggas, these n*ggas be sweet
Got this sh*t out the mud, just like a cleat
If I caught up a hit, I'ma call up Leek
You wanna jump like a frog, lil' n*gga, then leap
If I pull up and hop out the car, b*tches speedin'
You a bluff ass n*gga, gon' rob in the tweets
b*tch, I'm MoneyMarr, got respect in the streets
Big four-five compact right in my fleece
Your b*tch on my di*k, make her get on her knees
If you walk in my trap, n*gga flippin' them P's
Blood in my eyes, n*gga, that's all I see
Better watch how you talk when you talkin' to me
Better how you walk when you steppin' to me
[Chorus]
I get that work, flip it
Wrap up the pack and ship it, uh
Thirty round out the chop and it's kickin', uh
Got a couple b*tches, they be trickin', uh
ARP got a young n*gga limpin', uh
Double cup, all this lean I be sippin', uh
Big Glock-9, b*tch came with a red light
n*gga try fake so we shot at his headlight
I get that work, flip it
Wrap up the pack and ship it, uh
Thirty round out the chop and it's kickin', uh
Got a couple b*tches, they be trickin', uh
ARP got a young n*gga limpin', uh
Double cup, all this lean I be sippin', uh
Big Glock-9, b*tch came with a red light
n*gga try fake so we shot at his headlight

[Outro]
Yeah, b*tch
You know what the f*ck goin' on, n*gga
Yeah