Flip It (feat. Oski Boy)

Flip it (That money that mullah)
Flip It (Yea)
Flip it Flip it (Oooh)
Flip it (That money that mullah)
Flip It (Yea)
Flip it Flip it (Oooh yea)
That money that paper that gwop (Yea)
That velveeta cheese that wop (Oooh)
That cheddar got me on the top (Oooh)
I'm gettin' it I ain't gone stop
Flip it (That money that mullah)
Flip It (Yea)
Flip it Flip it (Oooh)
Flip it (That money that mullah)
Flip It (Yea)
Flip it Flip it (Oooh yea)
That money that paper that gwop (Yea)
That velveeta cheese that wop (Oooh)
That cheddar got me on the top (Oooh)
I'm gettin' it I ain't gone stop

O-S-K-I-B-O-Y
Nigga stay strapped with the big 4 5
I'm gone grind
I'm gone shine
Trapped out with my niggas
I'ma stay online
I'ma stay blowin' pine
Pimpin' on dimes
When it come to the rhyme
Young pimpin' on time
Think you niggas fuckin' with the HTE then you niggas must be out your mind
Trap on dueces with a couple floozy's
Moving dope in they coochie
Ridin' with the tooly
Money move me
Cruising
Smokin' on a big fat doobie
Listening to Boosie
Living like a movie
Truly Oski Boy live in the flesh
And I ride with the best
Fresh like zest
Nigga get it off ya chest

I'm the best
Got finesse
When I'm coming down
In a space ship yes
Got your baby momma pullin' out her breast
At the red light 'cause my car so fresh
Got my trap bammin' my J's on lock
36 Oski's cookin' straight drop
7 in the pot bitch whip it on up
Cheese coming back so I'm gettin' more stuff
Maison Margiela on a nigga bunions
What you smellin' that's that gonion
AR 15 know a nigga gunnin'
Like Rocky Balboa niggas be runnin' thru the city
When I pull that 50 caliba
Flippin' that paper like spatula
Packin' a Desert Eagle for my foes
Jamil Scott nigga I'ma flip that dough
(Millie)

Flip it (That money that mullah)
Flip It (Yea)
Flip it Flip it (Oooh)
Flip it (That money that mullah)
Flip It (Yea)
Flip it Flip it (Oooh yea)
That money that paper that gwop (Yea)
That velveeta cheese that wop (Oooh)
That cheddar got me on the top (Oooh)
I'm gettin' it I ain't gone stop
Flip it (That money that mullah)
Flip It (Yea)
Flip it Flip it (Oooh)
Flip it (That money that mullah)
Flip It (Yea)
Flip it Flip it (Oooh yea)
That money that paper that gwop (Yea)
That velveeta cheese that wop (Oooh)
That cheddar got me on the top (Oooh)
I'm gettin' it I ain't gone stop

I'ma get my money
I don't care 'bout nothing else
Got it out the mud
And I ain't need nobody help
You don't want no problem
I keep 4 nickel off in my belt
Hoe ass niggas catch a death
You fuck with Mil you get deal with
Yes it's about to be smoke in the city when a nigga wanna play with my cheese
Fuck them jackers I'ma stay with the heat
I'm waiting for beef
Hit the strip club I'ma throw me some bands
Niggas lookin' like yea homie the man
Shawty like oooh let me throw you a dance
Big money loot I keep in my pants
I ain't never need nigga holding my hand
Dollars turned hundreds and hundreds turned grands
Now I rock nice shit everyday man
Shine like the sun I'll give you a tan
I wear Louis I wear Gucci
Now the hoochies wanna do me
Trap nigga straight from the Duval County
Not Master P but a nigga straight bout it
Drip drip drip I sauce on a hater
You mad or you financially frustrated
All of that crying and whining
Nigga shut your bitch ass up and go get this paper
Chedda boy Mil
Straight from the ville
Get to that money mullah so I drip
I put the muscle with the hustle my nigga
So when I get the money I double it and make it flip uh

Flip it (That money that mullah)
Flip It (Yea)
Flip it Flip it (Oooh)
Flip it (That money that mullah)
Flip It (Yea)
Flip it Flip it (Oooh yea)
That money that paper that gwop (Yea)
That velveeta cheese that wop (Oooh)
That cheddar got me on the top (Oooh)
I'm gettin' it I ain't gone stop
Flip it (That money that mullah)
Flip It (Yea)
Flip it Flip it (Oooh)
Flip it (that money that mullah)
Flip It (Yea)
Flip it Flip it (Oooh yea)
That money that paper that gwop (Yea)
That velveeta cheese that wop (Oooh)
That cheddar got me on the top (Oooh)
I'm gettin' it I ain't gone stop

Chedda boy Oski I get to that paper
FEA thats right that's muthafuck a hater
Keep the trap jumping
My yard look like Thriller
At 3 in the morning they looking for wake up
Patty cake patty cake
Bitch I'm the baker
Chef'n that flake up just like I'm a quaker
Droppin' them grams and they got so much flavor
Droppin' them yams and they turn hot potato
Nigga stay bunkin' I get to the money
Like Monday thru Sunday
I don't see my neighbors
Got me a baser to hi-jack the cable
Made me a wop choppin' rocks with a razor
Off top I'ma keep me a glock off of safety
Post up on blocks where they flocked out and crazy
Chasin' that profit so niggas gone hate me
Make me a pop then I get ghost like Swayze
I'ma stay gettin' that money
And thumbing thru hundreds
And having them hoes call me baby
Nigga this shit is amazing
You are now witnessing something that's great in the making
Can't fuck on them bitches that's basic
Got me a tender who buss it open for me daily
Young pimpin' so bitches gone pay me
I'm a young scrilla grabber bitches better pay me

Flip it (That money that mullah)
Flip It (Yea)
Flip it Flip it (Oooh)
Flip it (That money that mullah)
Flip It (Yea)
Flip it Flip it (Oooh yea)
That money that paper that gwop (Yea)
That velveeta cheese that wop (Oooh)
That cheddar got me on the top (Oooh)
I'm gettin' it I ain't gone stop
Flip it (That money that mullah)
Flip It (Yea)
Flip it Flip it (Oooh)
Flip it (That money that mullah)
Flip It (Yea)
Flip it Flip it (Oooh yea)
That money that paper that gwop (Yea)
That velveeta cheese that wop (Oooh)
That cheddar got me on the top (Oooh)
I'm gettin' it I ain't gone stop