Quan Rite - Flipped It Lyrics

I used to dream about a little, then I f*cked around and Flipped It
Can't no nigga tell me bout a bag, If they ain't get It
Can't no nigga tell me how to drill, l If they ain't wit It
Can't no nigga tell me how to feel , like f*ck they feelings
When I look around, I don't see no competition
Hottest In the town, bet yo lil mama gone listen
Every time we a round, all these bitches going missing
I used to Be falling, now a nigga never trippin

I Used to be trippin on these bitches, I ain't wit It
Now I gotta bag all these bitches, pay attention
Poppa never stack, I'mma just wait for my sentence
Can't no nigga tell me how to live look how they livin
I done came along way from them hallways
Lost my niggas to the game, you don't know the pain
We forever throwin Bz, niggas know da gang
Ever since I lost my niggas, shit ain't been the same
Then I started trappin like a fool for the loot
Triple beams inna loop, we ain't talking coupes
F*ck the bitch up in the room, then she get the boot !
I just might go play the lotto cus I never Lose

I know that she wanna get inside of my mind
I know that you wanna spend the time, spend the time
& I know these bitches love me and they can't help It
I know that You want to yourself, but bitch you selfish

I used to dream about a little, then I f*cked around and Flipped It !
Can't no nigga tell me bout a bag, If they ain't get It
Can't no nigga tell me how to drill, l If they ain't wit It
Can't no nigga tell me how to feel , like f*ck they feelings
When I look around, I don't see no competition
Hottest In the town, bet yo lil mama gone listen
Every time we a round, all these bitches going missing
I used to Be falling, now a nigga never trippin

Let's talk money, I talk that
Off White on me, look like crack
I get to the money, let's talk facts
Oh they talking records, let's talk tracks
Why they talking down on a nigga, cause i'm not around
They was talking down on A nigga, but i'm popping now
Told you hold it down, I ain't tell you write no statement
So why the F*ck them people, got my name up on them papers
Talking bout I hit em up, then I did the race
F*ck around and did a buck, left It on his face
I can talk About It now, Cause they dropped the case
Remember I was locked down, stomach on the gates

I know that she wanna get inside of my mind
I know that you wanna spend the time, spend the time
& I know these bitches love me and they can't help It
I know that You want to yourself, but bitch you selfish

I used to dream about a little, then I f*cked around and Flipped It
Can't no nigga tell me bout a bag, If they ain't get It
Can't no nigga tell me how to drill, l If they ain't wit It
Can't no nigga tell me how to feel , like f*ck they feelings
When I look around, I don't see no competition
Hottest In the town, bet yo lil mama gone listen
Every time we a round, all these bitches going missing
I used to Be falling, now a nigga never trippin