Flip a Bag
We workin' what's a break
What I want bitch Ima take
And never take her on a date
Unless she fillin' up the safe
Put that pussy on my plate
Scrapin' veggies wit' a rake
Cause the garden full of snakes
Make it stack, Fill the stash,Then I flip a bag
Niggas here and gone tomorrow, bitch I'm here to last
Fly nigga
Fly whip
Ima do the dash
Disappointed in the game, niggas hella trash
Yeah
Had to level up
Cant leave how we came, nigga
Ran into some change I expected change, nigga
Heart is on my sleeve you can see my pain, nigga
Got the movement on the tracks
Rollin like a train, nigga
I got mad bitches, that got bitches mad
I'm a cash getter bitch I'll flip a bag
Drop back then a nigga pass
Make it stack, Fill the stash, Then I flip a bag
I got mad bitches, that got bitches mad
I'm a cash getter bitch I'll flip a bag
Drop back then a nigga pass
Make it stack, Fill the stash, Then I flip a bag
I got mad bitches and my bitches bad
Copped a new bitch
My old bitch was mad
She caught me slippin' on her snap and swore that I was fag
And she spoke up about the movement
Now the bitch is sad, and
Hella extra lonely
Kicked her out and then slid off wit' the homies
She was hella extra mad cause I ain't tell her where I'm goin'
It was me and big brodie
Yeah you know we had a two piece
Goin' live on the insta
Tappin' in wit' all the groupies
Lil Susie
Swear she had the best head ever
It was hella extra weak
Yeah I swear I had to tell her
Pussy gotta be the seller
Flip the switch and grab the lever
My old bitch callin'
I decline
It's whatever
I got mad bitches, that got bitches mad
I'm a cash getter bitch I'll flip a bag
Drop back then a nigga pass
Make it stack, Fill the stash, Then I flip a bag
I got mad bitches, that got bitches mad
I'm a cash getter bitch I'll flip a bag
Drop back then a nigga pass
Make it stack, Fill the stash, Then I flip a bag
Run around town then I flip a brick
30 on my hip
Make her do a flip
Aye
Damn she gone do a trick
She gone give me that
She gone give me this
Whoa
Bad bitch she be workin'
Aye
Give a nigga head in the Suburban
Whoa
All these bitches I be curvin'
Swervin'
Pull up on the lanes like I be jerkin'
Damn
Switches lanes
Bendin' corners
Bitches they on me
They watch me just like Tom Warner
Damn
Aye
On that gang shit
Gang
Skrt
Whoa
I got mad bitches, that got bitches mad
I'm a cash getter bitch I'll flip a bag
Drop back then a nigga pass
Make it stack, Fill the stash, Then I flip a bag
I got mad bitches, that got bitches mad
I'm a cash getter bitch I'll flip a bag
Drop back then a nigga pass
Make it stack, Fill the stash, Then I flip a bag
I got mad bitches that got bitches mad
Come together get a bag
This right here that overcast
Sunny skies
Rainy past
Bitch I'm all about the cash
Space it out and fill the gap
Bitch I never double back
Uchie got my fuckin' trap
Aye
Money rainin' down on 'em
That's a cascade
I'll delete a broke bitch
Never backspace
Flower and the eggs in the bowl
Nigga that's cake
I'm a money getter
Ain't gone come to front you niggas, I
Private room in any bank, nigga that's life
You ain't really livin' nigga
You Geppetto in my eyes
You terrified
I get hella fly
I see hella skies
Damn if I
Ever take a plummet, nigga
I got mad bitches, that got bitches mad
I'm a cash getter bitch I'll flip a bag
Drop back then a nigga pass
Make it stack, Fill the stash, Then I flip a bag
I got mad bitches, that got bitches mad
I'm a cash getter bitch I'll flip a bag
Drop back then a nigga pass
Make it stack, Fill the stash, Then I flip a bag
What I want bitch Ima take
And never take her on a date
Unless she fillin' up the safe
Put that pussy on my plate
Scrapin' veggies wit' a rake
Cause the garden full of snakes
Make it stack, Fill the stash,Then I flip a bag
Niggas here and gone tomorrow, bitch I'm here to last
Fly nigga
Fly whip
Ima do the dash
Disappointed in the game, niggas hella trash
Yeah
Had to level up
Cant leave how we came, nigga
Ran into some change I expected change, nigga
Heart is on my sleeve you can see my pain, nigga
Got the movement on the tracks
Rollin like a train, nigga
I got mad bitches, that got bitches mad
I'm a cash getter bitch I'll flip a bag
Drop back then a nigga pass
Make it stack, Fill the stash, Then I flip a bag
I got mad bitches, that got bitches mad
I'm a cash getter bitch I'll flip a bag
Drop back then a nigga pass
Make it stack, Fill the stash, Then I flip a bag
I got mad bitches and my bitches bad
Copped a new bitch
My old bitch was mad
She caught me slippin' on her snap and swore that I was fag
And she spoke up about the movement
Now the bitch is sad, and
Hella extra lonely
Kicked her out and then slid off wit' the homies
She was hella extra mad cause I ain't tell her where I'm goin'
It was me and big brodie
Yeah you know we had a two piece
Goin' live on the insta
Tappin' in wit' all the groupies
Lil Susie
Swear she had the best head ever
It was hella extra weak
Yeah I swear I had to tell her
Pussy gotta be the seller
Flip the switch and grab the lever
My old bitch callin'
I decline
It's whatever
I got mad bitches, that got bitches mad
I'm a cash getter bitch I'll flip a bag
Drop back then a nigga pass
Make it stack, Fill the stash, Then I flip a bag
I got mad bitches, that got bitches mad
I'm a cash getter bitch I'll flip a bag
Drop back then a nigga pass
Make it stack, Fill the stash, Then I flip a bag
Run around town then I flip a brick
30 on my hip
Make her do a flip
Aye
Damn she gone do a trick
She gone give me that
She gone give me this
Whoa
Bad bitch she be workin'
Aye
Give a nigga head in the Suburban
Whoa
All these bitches I be curvin'
Swervin'
Pull up on the lanes like I be jerkin'
Damn
Switches lanes
Bendin' corners
Bitches they on me
They watch me just like Tom Warner
Damn
Aye
On that gang shit
Gang
Skrt
Whoa
I got mad bitches, that got bitches mad
I'm a cash getter bitch I'll flip a bag
Drop back then a nigga pass
Make it stack, Fill the stash, Then I flip a bag
I got mad bitches, that got bitches mad
I'm a cash getter bitch I'll flip a bag
Drop back then a nigga pass
Make it stack, Fill the stash, Then I flip a bag
I got mad bitches that got bitches mad
Come together get a bag
This right here that overcast
Sunny skies
Rainy past
Bitch I'm all about the cash
Space it out and fill the gap
Bitch I never double back
Uchie got my fuckin' trap
Aye
Money rainin' down on 'em
That's a cascade
I'll delete a broke bitch
Never backspace
Flower and the eggs in the bowl
Nigga that's cake
I'm a money getter
Ain't gone come to front you niggas, I
Private room in any bank, nigga that's life
You ain't really livin' nigga
You Geppetto in my eyes
You terrified
I get hella fly
I see hella skies
Damn if I
Ever take a plummet, nigga
I got mad bitches, that got bitches mad
I'm a cash getter bitch I'll flip a bag
Drop back then a nigga pass
Make it stack, Fill the stash, Then I flip a bag
I got mad bitches, that got bitches mad
I'm a cash getter bitch I'll flip a bag
Drop back then a nigga pass
Make it stack, Fill the stash, Then I flip a bag
Credits
Writer(s): Antoyne Hutcherson, Reginald Carpenter, Julian Blackwell, James Wilson Iii
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