Testo Block Money - Lil' Flip
Testo della canzone Block Money (Lil' Flip), tratta dall'album I Need Mine (Explicit Version)
This for the block
There's no place like show business (hell nah nigga)
I'm honored (I'm back)
To take this motherfucking rap money
And bring it back to the block nigga (ha ha)
For real (the ecstasy money)
So if you getting your money (that drank money)
Keep getting it (you know)
I'm just worried about me now
I got all these fuck boys from around me (ay fuck you niggas)
Now let's get it
After I do my concert, bring that money to the block
And nigga I don't want halves, I want the whole block
Now whip it, now whip it, now whip it, now whip it
Now get it, whip it, ship it, and flip it
Ay I told you motherfuckers I'ma bounce back
With 3 million in cash, partner count that
If I write you a check nigga you can cash that
And when I'm in Europe, I use my plastic
The black card get used 4 times a day
My rims skinny, but my pockets overweight
Go get your tubes tied, cause you a bitch boy
800 Grand, and now you think you rich boy
You better step it up, my paper been straight
And by the way my new chick go to Penn State
I payed for her car, I payed for her books
Ok I'm lying, but don't that shit go with the hook
I got money to blow, I oughta be ashamed
I'm playing with some change, I want Travolta's plane
He got a couple of them, we always fuck with rubbers
This ain't OG Kush, I like to call it Bubba
After I do my concert, bring that money to the block
And nigga I don't want halves, I want the whole block
Now whip it, now whip it, now whip it, now whip it
Now get it, whip it, ship it, and flip it
Ay fuck boy I'm the James Toney of rap
Cause niggas hate me, but I still got it like that
A brand new vet, I'm a ladies man
Plus my Breitling cost me 80 grand
Ay money ain't a thang, you know where I hang
And besides music, you know what I slang
And you know what I claim, it's Clover G's up
And don't you hate it when your partner smoke all your weed up
I had to roll my sleeves up, cause of my bracelet
And we ain't going nowhere, so just face it
I lace weed with the syrup cause it burn slow
I make G's with my words cause it earn dough
Who woulda known Lil' Flip would scam 5 mill
And then be forced to take a break for 2 years
But the block got love for the God
So you know it ain't shit for me to get a nigga robbed
After I do my concert, bring that money to the block
And nigga I don't want halves, I want the whole block
Now whip it, now whip it, now whip it, now whip it
Now get it, whip it, ship it, and flip it
Block niggas
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Writer(s): Christopher Bernard, Wesley E. Weston
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