[Intro]

(uoy evol syawla lliw I)

(Yeah) Yeah-yeah, yeah, (I-I love you)

Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah (Bitch, I get that cash and flip it)

Yeah (Damn, yeah), yeah, yeah (Money stack, I trip it)

Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Woah)

[Chorus]

Bitch, I get that cash and flip it (I flip it)

Money stack, I trip' it (Ah)

That bitch want my racks, she trippin’

I got what she's missing

That nigga broke, his money a midget

That bitch a ho, she can't be my mistress

I put a reticle, all on my Glocks, I ain’t missing, yeah

While I'm fucking this bitch, I tell myself, "Don't get attached" (Don't get attached)

I tell myself, "I can never go back"

I did it again and she stepped on my neck, yeah (Stepped on my neck)

Fuck it, that money come back, "How you do it?"

Nigga, I was born to flex

I'm never lackin', got a stick in the bag

You cross that line, you get hit with the blatt-blatt, yeah

Fuck it, I get in that cat, oh, yeah

She talking 'bout, "Give me a bag"

Nigga, fuck my opps, them niggas some trash

Nigga, let me get up, let me hit 'em with fat shit

I’m the typa nigga do a drill in the fashion

I’m fucking this bitch, she get beat through the mattress

I ain't fuck with the law, they all gotta catch me

I hop in that Rolls, this shit get so messy

[Verse]

After I fuck, she get kicked out, Messi

BBS, L on my size, Balenci’

I hit my opp, got me doing The Griddy

I can't wife on that thot, this bitch be greedy

Ridin' with a big-ass ARP in the city

I don't fuck with these niggas, they queer, they Diddy

I don’t fuck with these thot bitches, they tryna get me

I see my opp, I'ma give his ass fifty

Not a bucket

Look at the price of the Wock, I say, "Fuck it"

Old-ass niggas talking shit, nigga, kick the bucket

If you're still alive, you lucky

Count it up, bitch, I'm a rich ass junkie

I was never dumb, bitch, I was never a flunky

I'm focused, I ran up a whole lot of money

Nigga, you can't score, your ass like Bronny (Oh, yeah)

She can't change my life, she can't change my soul

I can't change my life, that's just how it goes

I'ma enjoy my high, 'cause I was at my low

I control my life, bitch, I'm on my own (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]

Bitch, I get that cash and flip it (Bitch, I get that cash)

Money-money stack, I trip' it (Ah)

That bitch want my racks, she trippin'-trippin'

I got what she's missin'

That nigga broke, his money a midget

That bitch a ho, she can't be my mistress

I put a reticle, all on my Glocks, I ain't missing, yeah

While I'm fucking this bitch, I tell myself, "Don't get attached" (Don't get attached)

I tell myself, "I can never go back"

I did it again and she stepped on my neck, yeah (Stepped on my neck)

Fuck it, that money come back, "How you do it?"

Nigga, I was born to flex

I'm never lackin', got a stick in the bag

You cross that line, you get hit with the blatt-blatt, yeah

Fuck it, I get in that cat, oh, yeah

She talking 'bout, "Give me a bag"

Nigga, fuck my opps, them niggas some trash

Nigga, let me get up, let me hit 'em with fat shit

I'm the typa nigga do a drill in the fashion

I'm fucking this bitch, she get beat through the mattress

I ain't fuck with the law, they all gotta catch me

I hop in that Rolls, this shit get so messy

[Outro]

(Yeah-yeah, bitch)

I hit my opp, got me—

I hit my opp, got me doin' The Griddy

I see my opp and I'm—

I see my opp and I'm givin' him fifty

I don't fuck with these thot bitches, they tryna get me