Money Flippa (feat. Project Pat)

Patta

Money flipper

Ice around my neck shine like the Big Dipper

Cup runneth over, man, but it ain't liquor

He done had a green for the dill, he a pickle

Ice 'round my neck got me drippin' like a 'sicle

Ooh, that tickle

My life, 'nother hood statistic, now I'm in the limelight

Get your grind right, then maybe you can shine right

My partner Fred almost shot a cop, that's a blind night

I remember cold nights, cheap cheese in a jail cell

Why you talk behind my back? I'm livin' in a real hell

How a simple dope sale turn into a murder jackin'?

'Cause them streets, man, anything, it can happen

Thirty rounds, walk up bustin' 'cause they know you packin'

Put your trust in a gun, oh, you really slackin'

Pray to God every day, he put that good in me

I keep two hitters on the road, that's the hood in me

But the hood good if my intentions not wrong

Ten percent go to God first, now my money long

Whatsoever a man think, then so is he

If you say you ain't gon' make it, then it's gon' be

Money flipper

Ice around my neck shine like the Big Dipper

Cup runneth over, man, but it ain't liquor

He done had a green for the dill, he a pickle

Ice 'round my neck got me drippin' like a 'sicle

Ooh, that tickle

My life, 'nother hood statistic, now I'm in the limelight

Get your grind right, get your shine right (ooh)

Get your grind right, get your shine right (get your shine right)

Get your grind right, get your shine right (get your shine right)

Get your grind right, get your shine right (get your shine right)

Get your grind right, get your shine right (get your shine right)

Yes, sir, ayy

Once you get your mind right, you can get your money right

Once you got your money right, you can do what you want in life

Always get the money, 'cause the grind never stop us

Water on my wrist, need a janitor to mop it up

Chronicles of Juicy J, you should go and cop that book

Man, I miss puttin' money in my mama pocketbook

Me and Pat can make it out the trap, you can too

Givin' up the saddest thing I ever seen a man do

The hustle gon' continue, I'm sellin' out the venue

I'm meeting with investors, that mean beef ain't on the menu

Water 'round my neck is like the deep blue sea

Not the wings, but we dippin' once we get the blue cheese

What the fuck a nigga mean?

Money flipper

Ice around my neck shine like the Big Dipper (yeah, tell 'em, Pat)

Cup runneth over, man, but it ain't liquor (yeah)

He done had a green for the dill, he a pickle

Ice 'round my neck got me drippin' like a 'sicle

Ooh, that tickle (yeah)

My life, 'nother hood statistic, now I'm in the limelight

Get your grind right, get your shine right (ooh)

Get your grind right, get your shine right (get your shine right)

Get your grind right, get your shine right (get your shine right)

Get your grind right, get your shine right (get your shine right)

Get your grind right, get your shine right (get your shine right)

Ooh, ooh

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