Flipping Digits
I'ma let it roll
Ayee
Flex money
I keep my poker face on in this game of life
Royal flush in my cup while I shoot some dice
I heard the homie got booked and it's his first night
I hope he hold his head high and keep his lips tight
You know that time ain't guaranteed
So I spend it everyday taking care of my seed
6 speed, yeah put the foreign up in sports mode
Pedal to the medal and watch that bitch float
Everyday I gotta get it, dollar signs is on my mind
Thinking bout my son and his smile when I'm on my grind
I'll take the ugly truth before a pretty lie
And I'ma take that to my grave before I get you time
No delay, on my mama that's my fuckin slime
Get a nigga chin straight he get outta line
I'm coming with my own strain I just got the lights
You doubted me at first so I'ma up your price
Call her dirt devil jaws cause she suck it right
My dick stayin in her mouth but she can't stay the night
Seen niggas get bodied like I'm Dana White
Uncle Sam with the blam, that boy paid the price
These bitch potholes, I'll maneuver
She was talkin all that money, told her prove it
Your mind's a weapon, so don't loose it
I'm tryna own the world, they think I'm Jewish
My city funky like sewage, what these niggas talking bout
My niggas biker boys, they bring them choppers out
Ain't no rats in my circle, ain't no Cop'n out
Really grew up in this shit, ain't no option out
And all that talking I am not about, so play your role
I'm going on rampage if they take my bro's
If the shoe don't fit, I'll still take your soul
I don't hang wit chief keif but know I got that glow
Rain, hail, sleet or snow I'ma get that dough
Another trip to Oklahoma, I'ma hit fasho
Might shoot it for the low, he buying 4 or mo
Might give it to ya folks, he trippin wit my woes
I might put her on my team if she getting chicken
Call me dyslexic, cause I'm flipping digits
I might put her on my team if she getting chicken
Call me dyslexic, cause I'm flipping digits
Not about so play your role
If they take my bro's
I'll still take your soul
But know I got that glow
I'ma get that dough
I'ma hit fasho
Buying 4 or mo
Trippin with my woes
Ayee
Flex money
I keep my poker face on in this game of life
Royal flush in my cup while I shoot some dice
I heard the homie got booked and it's his first night
I hope he hold his head high and keep his lips tight
You know that time ain't guaranteed
So I spend it everyday taking care of my seed
6 speed, yeah put the foreign up in sports mode
Pedal to the medal and watch that bitch float
Everyday I gotta get it, dollar signs is on my mind
Thinking bout my son and his smile when I'm on my grind
I'll take the ugly truth before a pretty lie
And I'ma take that to my grave before I get you time
No delay, on my mama that's my fuckin slime
Get a nigga chin straight he get outta line
I'm coming with my own strain I just got the lights
You doubted me at first so I'ma up your price
Call her dirt devil jaws cause she suck it right
My dick stayin in her mouth but she can't stay the night
Seen niggas get bodied like I'm Dana White
Uncle Sam with the blam, that boy paid the price
These bitch potholes, I'll maneuver
She was talkin all that money, told her prove it
Your mind's a weapon, so don't loose it
I'm tryna own the world, they think I'm Jewish
My city funky like sewage, what these niggas talking bout
My niggas biker boys, they bring them choppers out
Ain't no rats in my circle, ain't no Cop'n out
Really grew up in this shit, ain't no option out
And all that talking I am not about, so play your role
I'm going on rampage if they take my bro's
If the shoe don't fit, I'll still take your soul
I don't hang wit chief keif but know I got that glow
Rain, hail, sleet or snow I'ma get that dough
Another trip to Oklahoma, I'ma hit fasho
Might shoot it for the low, he buying 4 or mo
Might give it to ya folks, he trippin wit my woes
I might put her on my team if she getting chicken
Call me dyslexic, cause I'm flipping digits
I might put her on my team if she getting chicken
Call me dyslexic, cause I'm flipping digits
Not about so play your role
If they take my bro's
I'll still take your soul
But know I got that glow
I'ma get that dough
I'ma hit fasho
Buying 4 or mo
Trippin with my woes
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Writer(s): Matthew Wright
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