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| [Verse 1: Lil' Flip] (I got e'm, gyeah-gyeah-gyeah) Ay now you can catch me in the club, with my pistol in my pocket Niggas talkin that shit but they know they better stop it It's Flip Gates the number one Fly Boy Try to reach for my jewelry nigga, you could die boy I'm a southside nigga steadily movin my work Steadily movin that purp, yeah I do my own dirt See these niggas get alittle money then they change But you ain't no bitch I'm fly like Wayne Fly Boy tennis shoes-just to match the piece If you from the south, you gotta have a stiff creese Heavy starch in the jeans that's how we do it Back in '95, I had them 20's on my Buick But now I'm in the Lam-and I don't give a damn When you make ya money you better pay Uncle Sam Cause they'll come and get ya cars like J.D It's Flip Gates, fuck boy you gon'pay me [Chorus: Lil' Flip + Young Noble] You ain't talkin bout money-you ain't speakin my language You ain't talkin bout money-you ain't speakin my language You ain't talkin bout money-you ain't speakin my language Don't you fuck with Flip Gates, cause this shit get dangerous You ain't talkin bout money-you ain't speakin my language You ain't talkin bout money-you ain't speakin my language You ain't talkin bout money-you ain't speakin my language Don't you fuck with Young Noble, cause this shit get dangerous [Verse 2: Young Noble] If it ain't about a dollar, you prolly shouldn't holla Uh three wheelin my Impala, inhalin on the ganja My women know I'm a rider-shades made by Prada(yea) Mob through the club like I'm one of the fuckin owners I'm a Outlaw solider(Outlawz) We hot now, still my heart alittle colder I do this for the hustlas Come here little mama get a dose of this pimpin If that pussy still drippin a nigga still tippin Got me leanin to the left and sippin on that Goose When I'm leanin to the right I'm off that California kush If you ain't talkin green then you speakin chinese-or-spanish Either way I don't understand it So I'm stayin on my grind, I'm stayin on my grizzly I stay so fuckin busy all my bitches say they miss me I'm in the club tipsy throwin out stacks Young Noble and Lil' Flip-tell the DJ bring it back [Chorus: Lil' Flip + Young Noble] [Verse 3: Young Noble] I rock a fresh baldy and shades, spinnin on blades These are the times and these are the ways we get paid Dickie buttoned to the top for my doggs and locs If I don't know you mothafucka don't get to close We in the club poppin them bottles, hollerin at models Leviate, never hesitate to rock you with hollows We be them Outlaw leaders see the game done followed I spitt that ghetto gospel truth like it's straight from the Bible It's not a seat but I'm a solider so keep yo composure hoe Slip on ya toes and yo, we be the chosen few Way cool, way over due-stay tuned it ain't over troops Operatin under thug laws as a warrior man Remain that till the coroner man And been that from the corner with grands Leanin hard to the left with my hoodie on, gettin that cash And gotta dip in the stash(yeah) [Chorus: Lil' Flip + Young Noble] [Talking: Young Noble] Yeah, Young Noble-Outlaw-uhhh Lil' Flip in this[scratching]Clover G's Yeah, (Cloverland wut up) Sac what's happenin(dirty third wut up) Real Talk Entertainment Uhhh get ya money nigga-get ya money |
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