Flippin N Stackin

(Intro) Nahmsayin' we flippin' n' stackin' n' flexin' on you sissy ass niggas nahmsayin' Yeah we hood rich, bitch (Chorus) Keep you suckas in my rear view; my money on my mind Give a fuck about that other shit; I love them dollar signs You on some sucka shit; only thing you runnin' is your mouth You on some other shit; only thing you runnin' is your mouth I'm flippin' I'm stackin' I'm flippin' I'm stackin' I'm flippin' I'm stackin' I'm flexin' I'm flippin' I'm stackin' I'm flippin' I'm stackin' I'm flippin' I'm stackin' I'm flexin' I'm flippin' I'm stackin' I'm flippin' I'm stackin' I'm flippin' I'm stackin' I'm flexin' I'm flippin' I'm stackin' I'm flippin' I'm stackin' I'm flippin' I'm stackin' I'm flexin' (Verse 1) You catch me in and out that bank; that's how you know I'm on my grind She say fuck a horoscope; she just love them dollar signs Bitch I'm flippin', I'm stackin', I'm robbin', I'm jackin' I'm strapped up nigga, I'm smashing Been pimpin' hoes, been hittin' licks, been robbin' tricks Lil nigga what's happenin'? Got a crazy plug on that syrup; got a stupid plug on that work Y'all just talking n' flossin' dawg; ain't never put in no work (?) the price for this sack, and brought me that bird Clientele on that curb; Cobain, let's work Triple OG in purp; ghetto gospel; church Talk to 'em: pulpit; money motivate; fuck bullshit Flip anything I can get; dedicated to stackin' a grip They screwface: frustrated cause they ain't have shit (Chorus) (Verse 2) Watch it stack up to the ceiling and buy a house and stash the cash I'm addicted to the money; some say I came up fast They should make a movie of my life: Romance for These Cashes Rubber bands and Ben Franks; they'll never find my stashes I'm flippin', I'm stackin', she fuckin', she suckin' I skeeted all in her mouth I'm smokin', she drinkin', she naked I'm thinkin' I'ma beat it up on the couch Money motivate; pussy niggas hate, cause your nigga from the south You talk shit, but ain't have shit, so you can stick a dick in your mouth On the road like a trucker; a slick motherfucker Said her pussy was for sale, but me I'm not a sucker Countin' up plenty bands; smokin' too many strands Got straps on deck for you, muhfucka who (?) (?) (Chorus)