We Flip (feat. Cousin Fik, Choose Up Cheese & Stresmatic)

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"We Flip"

(feat. Cousin' Fik, Choose Up Cheese & Stresmatic)

We can turn two into four, four in to eight, eight into sixteen

The money make 'em sick... we flip

We can turn two into four, four in to eight, eight into sixteen

The money make 'em sick... we flip

We flip

I can eyeball the product and give an estimate (estimate)

Before I cop the narcotics, I let a fiend test it

Pockets pregnant looking like some saggy titties (saggy titties)

Pistol in my waist, back there by my kidneys (by my kidneys)

Nickels and pennies I used to chase, used to be piss poor (piss poor)

The laughing stock but not no mothafuckin more (not no more)

Bought a Bentley from Los Gatos got the best prices

No more drunk classes, finally gave me back my license (your license?)

I'm a goon with the spoon I make it do what it do

The dude that taught me how to cook, (what's his name?) his name was Raul

Raul was my ese, love me to death

Raul is the neighborhood chef

Six times two don't have a clue on how I move and I wiggle, see (move and I wiggle see)

One thing about me, I ain't bootsie

They'll break in your whip and steal your backpack and dip (backpack and dip)

They plottin' and plannin' on how to make the money flip (make the money flip)

We can turn two into four, four in to eight, eight into sixteen

The money make 'em sick... we flip

We can turn two into four, four in to eight, eight into sixteen

The money make 'em sick... we flip

We flip

It's Cousin Fik

Look, I turned a deuce into a quarter man I know you can count

What you mean what I want for 'em? You know the amount

You say my prices high, that's fine, you know you can bounce

If you my mans and I know you solid, I might throw you an ounce

But you ain't gonna get it off or get no dough on the couch

You gotta network on the phone get dressed and get out the house

If you get pressed by them people, tell 'em "figure it out"

Keep what you know in your brain, don't let that shit out your mouth

'Cause this a serious game we playin', so you better wear your cletes

The rollers more street smart than the niggas in the streets

That's why my game stays sharpy like a permanent marker

Creepin' like a spider man, but I'm not Peter Parker

My bubble came from struggle, you niggas don't know the half

Greenhouse got me ballin' in Dallas just like the Mavs

When haters say "I'm trippin'" my nigga I just laugh

We can get some money my nigga, I did the math

We can turn two into four, four in to eight, eight into sixteen

The money make 'em sick... we flip

We can turn two into four, four in to eight, eight into sixteen

The money make 'em sick... we flip

We flip

Dropped twenty-five K on a wristwatch

I be playin' with them birds, Alfred Hitchcock

And you know I got that rocket, no Rick Rock

Creepin' on a milly, hundred K is a pitstop

Hundred racks, ten belts, do the math ho

I'm a hustla from the womb to a tagged toe

I swear, I can get you anything you ask for

Burned ten bands without fuckin' up my cashflow

Flip work, count stacks like the BandGang

Choose Up Cheese state to state, like a campaign

Thirty for the brick, seventeen for the half thang

All I talk is money nigga, all I spit is cash game

Make it double, make it triple, make it last forever

Every day that I wake up, I'm on a cash endeavor

Brand new elevens, black and red, patent leathers

They call me Cheese, 'cause a nigga known for stackin' cheddar

We can turn two into four, four in to eight, eight into sixteen

The money make 'em sick... we flip

We can turn two into four, four in to eight, eight into sixteen

The money make 'em sick... we flip

We flip