[Hook: Paid Will]
Flip work count stacks, flip work count stacks, flip work count stacks
Spend pros get it back
(x3)
[Verse 1: Paid Will]
I be thinking like who b**h it's bout' to be tonight
500 for a pair of shoes I only wore em twice
Stack it up get it right f** what the b**hes like
System out to get us they keep giving all my n***as life
Got the gang in the club standing on the couches
They ain't even trippin' on us though, we know all the bouncers
You would think my n***as stressing we blow all the ounces
Send them b**hes our way n***as stay from round us
I just knew we'd be on someday
Ghetto young n***a even trappin' on a Sunday
Pourin' up mud hope I wake up Monday
Shooters stay by me all my n***as bout gun play
It's like Iraq on the strap they got choppas and Macs
And I'm talkin' bout' the Shred, have em on yo a**
Flip work count up that's a lot of cash
Spend pros get it back boy I do it fast
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[Verse 2: Biggs]
They say my name ain't Biggs cause' I lost a lot of weight
My name still Biggs check my mo'f**in chain
Went to school high as hell lost a pair of ice frames
Had to put a couple n***as in they place the next day
Riding with the 40 in the middle of the day
I seen the f** n***a when he was riding with his baby
co*k my sh** back like f** it I'm crazy
Roll the window down slow, rock the whole f**in' cradle
Gone off the syrup, no maple
I was growing up with no cable
Sike I'm lying man I always had cable but you run up on me with that wild sh** and I'ma paint you
Told yo b**h pour my gas I'ma pay you
I skirted on her a** she was chasin'
You probly' smiled when you heard that last line man this sh** will blow your mind hit the booth and I get real creative
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[Verse 3: Paid Will]
Spend a lot of money get it right back
Flying through these n***as hood's they don't like that
I gotta plug the same city where the fight at
But I ain't stepping down there he send em' right back
Feds watching us we don't give no f**s
Flip work count money n***a go nuts
Still out here on the [?] check up
f** all these hoe n***as don't respect one
My momma mad at me I ain't never gon' change
In the hood all day still stuck in my ways
Money on my line still making them plays
Lines in my system I done poured a 8
Biggs right beside me he done rolled an eighth
Cuz on my line he just left the bank
3 months of show money that's bout' 50k
I ain't telling you no mo' it's the f**ing gang
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