Slim Thug - Flipping On 4's lyrics

[Biggie:] Money, hoes, and clothes Blunt smoke coming out the nose, is all a n***a knows Flipping on foes, putting Watching the stash grow, clocking the cash flow [x2] Money, hoes and clothes, is all a n***a know And I been saying that sh** since back in '04 Born in the hood but refuse to stay broke Had to get rich, got tired of selling dope Grind into the top now my momma living good Living them dreams we was having in the hood Boys better quit tripping and get up on their paper Stop saving these hoes and avoid all these haters Can't kick they a** nowadays they'll sue When under pressure Your best friends telling on you Where them b**hes at, I keep plenty dimes Money, hoes and clothes is all in my mind [Biggie:] Money, hoes, and clothes Blunt smoke coming out the nose, is all a n***a knows Flipping on foes, putting tags on toes Watching the stash grow, clocking the cash flow [x2] I speak the truth, never tell you lies Still a hunnid ain't switch like them other guys New year new levels of this boss life Hopping out the drive rows like, suprise And now them haters can't believe they eyes Swear I wasn't gonna be sh**, b**h apologize Wanna see me lose, but a n***a still winning Wanna see me stop but them 4's still spinnin' Went from cheering for a n***a to being a hater The gift in the curse of getting this paper See ya later broke n***as I got new neighbors Plus its cause I'm still getting new paper [Biggie:] Money, hoes, and clothes Blunt smoke coming out the nose, is all a n***a knows Flipping on foes, putting tags on toes Watching the stash grow, clocking the cash flow [x2] Now look who creeping, look who crawling Look who still balling in the mix Still sticking long dick in your b**h Your section full of n***as, my section full of hoes At the club tryna fight, what you mad for Everybody who I know mad mad cause they broke I came to sell a grade, I made mills and making mo' Meek free, DJ gonna play that intro And everything he named on it but that lambo Cause I couldn't fix same sh** with yo b**h You ain't gotta spit game to em when you getting rich If I ain't broke boy then gonna fix ya [?] [Biggie:] Money, hoes, and clothes Blunt smoke coming out the nose, is all a n***a knows Flipping on foes, putting tags on toes Watching the stash grow, clocking the cash flow [x2]