I make it flip
Money could money could flip
I make it flip
Money could money could flip
Aj we flip
I treat my money like burgers yea I make it flip
Serve me my food with yo' ass fat I might leave a tip
Shorty she drippin' like water just might take a sip
My nuts high fashion I keep that Calvin on my hip
Never been slippin' so never heard son get a grip
Came out the blue and e'ry body thought I was a crip
Yo' baby mama she said she want give me the lip
Bitches be wanting my baby girl don't make me trip
None of you niggas ain't real y'all just pose for the gram
I live like a Lion you just got the life of a lamb
I do it reckless they call me Yosemeti Sam
I ain't your homie lil' nigga don't call me yo' fam'
Damn I am the man
What is you don't understand
I'm brown like a tan you clapping your hand
Round of applause you a fan
I'm not in a band but, I'm making bands
Better make all my demands, don't care bout' your mans'
I did this shit all on my own
I didn't get an advance
I treat my money like burgers yea I make it flip
Serve me my food with yo' ass fat I might leave a tip
Shorty she drippin' like water just might take a sip
My nuts high fashion I keep that Calvin on my hip
Never been slippin' so never heard son get a grip
Came out the blue and e'ry body thought I was a crip
Yo' baby mama she said she want give me the lip
Bitches be wanting my baby girl don't make me trip
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I make it flip
Money could money could flip
I make it flip
Money could money could flip
Aj we flip
I treat my money like burgers yea I make it flip
Serve me my food with yo' ass fat I might leave a tip
Shorty she drippin' like water just might take a sip
My nuts high fashion I keep that Calvin on my hip
Never been slippin' so never heard son get a grip
Came out the blue and e'ry body thought I was a crip
Yo' baby mama she said she want give me the lip
Bitches be wanting my baby girl don't make me trip
None of you niggas ain't real y'all just pose for the gram
I live like a Lion you just got the life of a lamb
I do it reckless they call me Yosemeti Sam
I ain't your homie lil' nigga don't call me yo' fam'
Damn I am the man
What is you don't understand
I'm brown like a tan you clapping your hand
Round of applause you a fan
I'm not in a band but, I'm making bands
Better make all my demands, don't care bout' your mans'
I did this shit all on my own
I didn't get an advance
I treat my money like burgers yea I make it flip
Serve me my food with yo' ass fat I might leave a tip
Shorty she drippin' like water just might take a sip
My nuts high fashion I keep that Calvin on my hip
Never been slippin' so never heard son get a grip
Came out the blue and e'ry body thought I was a crip
Yo' baby mama she said she want give me the lip
Bitches be wanting my baby girl don't make me trip
Money could money could flip
I make it flip
Money could money could flip
Aj we flip
I treat my money like burgers yea I make it flip
Serve me my food with yo' ass fat I might leave a tip
Shorty she drippin' like water just might take a sip
My nuts high fashion I keep that Calvin on my hip
Never been slippin' so never heard son get a grip
Came out the blue and e'ry body thought I was a crip
Yo' baby mama she said she want give me the lip
Bitches be wanting my baby girl don't make me trip
None of you niggas ain't real y'all just pose for the gram
I live like a Lion you just got the life of a lamb
I do it reckless they call me Yosemeti Sam
I ain't your homie lil' nigga don't call me yo' fam'
Damn I am the man
What is you don't understand
I'm brown like a tan you clapping your hand
Round of applause you a fan
I'm not in a band but, I'm making bands
Better make all my demands, don't care bout' your mans'
I did this shit all on my own
I didn't get an advance
I treat my money like burgers yea I make it flip
Serve me my food with yo' ass fat I might leave a tip
Shorty she drippin' like water just might take a sip
My nuts high fashion I keep that Calvin on my hip
Never been slippin' so never heard son get a grip
Came out the blue and e'ry body thought I was a crip
Yo' baby mama she said she want give me the lip
Bitches be wanting my baby girl don't make me trip
Writer: Troy Thompson
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