Armani White - Flip Lyrics

(I'm Gabby Douglas on a big wheel nigga)
(F*ck Is you talkin' 'bout?)
And I don't have a f*cking charger

Cocaine, don't know where I'd be without the dope game
I still leave my t-shirts with my old thang
And I ain't splitting shit I need the whole thang
Whole thang! Whole thang!

They can't kick it on my hunnid block (hunnid block)
Stop selling weed to the undy cop (hunnid block)
I could sell the seeds to a money stock (money stock)
And I bet could sell it back right when the money drop (Lord have mercy)

Bet you can't, bet you can't, flip how I flip
Flip how I flip
Your B can't flip how I flip
Flip how I flip
Yo he can't flip how I flip
Flip how I flip
No he can't flip how I flip
Flip how I flip

Said I ain't f*ckin' with that bitch 'cause she a user (you's a f*cking user)
He got money uh? What the f*ck they want me for?
She don't love me, uh, he just know I'm coming up
I still let her flip my numbers 'cause It's Rummikub
Shout my lil' bitch in the Bay, wait
Shout my lil' bitch in the state, yeah
Down by the river to bang lil' bay
I still ain't visit a bank to bank
I shot put a tick in the tick to bang the lane and lane switch
Trampoline the-rang flip
I changed the name to Cambridge

(F*ck outta here) thumbing through the bands
Found out I was cheating now she running to my mans
Second time this month that youngins running through the strands
I should make a play for what them numbers jumping through my hands

No he can't flip how I flip
Flip how I flip
Your be can't flip how I flip
Flip how I flip
Yo he can't flip how I flip
Flip how I flip
No he can't flip how I flip
Flip how I

Say this that shit that got my rebound shorty cursing out my dip
This that hit play it may get that mixtape stolen out my whip
I make flips
Then I dip
Ice stay swollen off my wrist
I'm still Midas how my shot is, it's still golden when I brick
Take my pic, treat my CT like the ambulance
I feed the needles, bleeders, sweetener it like insulin
Bet you that number do double the budget that's coming through
I'm not them niggas you run into
I went from Lunchables, crustables, jumping a bus or, to
Pulling whips out like Ms. Trunchbull, shoving through

Cocaine, don't know where I'd be without the dope game
I still leave my t-shirts with my old thang
And I ain't splitting shit I need the whole thang
Whole thang! Whole thang!

Thumbing through the bands
Found out I was cheating now she running to my mans
Second time this month that youngins running through the strands
I should make a play for what them numbers jumping through my hands

No he can't flip how I flip
Flip how I flip
Your B can't flip how I flip
Flip how I flip
Yo he can't flip how I flip
Flip how I flip
No he can't flip how I flip
Flip how I flip

Your B can't
Your B can't
Your B can't
Your B can't