Drumma Boy - Flippin N Stackin lyrics
(Intro) Nahmsayin' we flippin' n' stackin' n' flexin' on you sissy a** n***as nahmsayin' Yeah we hood rich, b**h (Chorus) Keep you s**as in my rear view; my money on my mind Give a f** about that other sh**; I love them dollar signs You on some s**a sh**; only thing you runnin' is your mouth You on some other sh**; only thing you runnin' is your mouth I'm flippin' I'm stackin' I'm flippin' I'm stackin' I'm flippin' I'm stackin' I'm flexin' I'm flippin' I'm stackin' I'm flippin' I'm stackin' I'm flippin' I'm stackin' I'm flexin' I'm flippin' I'm stackin' I'm flippin' I'm stackin' I'm flippin' I'm stackin' I'm flexin' I'm flippin' I'm stackin' I'm flippin' I'm stackin' I'm flippin' I'm stackin' I'm flexin' (Verse 1) You catch me in and out that bank; that's how you know I'm on my grind She say f** a horoscope; she just love them dollar signs b**h I'm flippin', I'm stackin', I'm robbin', I'm jackin' I'm strapped up n***a, I'm smashing Been pimpin' hoes, been hittin' licks, been robbin' tricks Lil n***a what's happenin'? Got a crazy plug on that syrup; got a stupid plug on that work Y'all just talking n' flossin' dawg; ain't never put in no work Pay the price for this sack, and brought me that bird Clientele on that curb; Cobain, let's work Triple OG in purp; ghetto gospel; church Talk to 'em: pulpit; money motivate; f** bullsh** Flip anything I can get; dedicated to stackin' a grip They screwface: frustrated cause they ain't have sh** (Chorus) (Verse 2) Watch it stack up to the ceiling and buy a house and stash the cash I'm addicted to the money; some say I came up fast They should make a movie of my life: Romance for These Cashes Rubber bands and Ben Franks; they'll never find my stashes I'm flippin', I'm stackin', she f**in', she s**in' I skeeted all in her mouth I'm smokin', she drinkin', she naked I'm thinkin' I'ma beat it up on the couch Money motivate; p**y n***as hate, cause your n***a from the south You talk sh**, but ain't have sh**, so you can stick a dick in your mouth On the road like a trucker; a slick motherf**er Said her p**y was for sale, but me I'm not a s**er Countin' up plenty bands; smokin' too many strands Got straps on deck for you, muhf**a who (?) (?) (Chorus)