BandGang - Flip Work lyrics

[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 [Hook] [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 [Hook] [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 [Hook]