Block Money

Lil Flip

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    [Talking]
    This for the block, there's no place like show business
    Hell naw nigga, I'm serious
    I'm honored, I'm back
    Take this muh'fucken rap money
    And bring it back to the block nigga
    Haha, fo' real, so if you gettin yo money
    That drank money, you gettin it
    You know, I'm just worried about me now
    Got all the fuck boys from around me, hey fuck you niggas
    Hey, now let's get it

    [Chorus]
    After I do my concert, I bring that money to the block
    And nigga I don't half, cause I want the whole block
    Now whip it, now whip it, now whip it, now whip it
    Now get it, whip it, ship it, and flip it

    [Verse 1]
    Ay I told you muh'fuckers I'ma bounce back
    With three million in cash, potna count that
    If I write you a check, nigga you can cash that
    And when I'm in Europe, I use my flatstack
    The black car get used fo' times a day
    My rims skinny, but my pockets overweight
    Go get yo tubes tied, cause you a bitch boy
    800 grand, and now you think you rich boy
    You better step it up, my paper been straight
    And by the way my new chick go to Penn Stae
    I paid for her car, I paid for her books
    Okay I'm lyin, but don't that shit go with the hook
    I got money to blow, I oughta be ashamed
    I'm playin with some change, I want Travolta plane
    He got a couple of 'em, we always fuck with rubbers
    This ain't O.G. kush, I like to call it Bubble

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    [Chorus]

    [Verse 2]
    Ay fuck boy, I'm the James Toney of rap
    Cause niggas hate me, but I still got it like that
    A brand new 'Vette, I'm a ladies man
    Plus my Bretlin cost me 80 grand
    Ay, money ain't a thang, you know where I hang
    And besides music, you know what I slang
    And you know what I claim, It's Clover Geez up
    And don't you hate it when yo potna smoke, all yo weed up?
    I had to roll my sleeves up (why?), cause of my bracelet
    And we ain't goin nowhere, so just face it
    I lace weed with the syrup cause it burn slow
    I make G's with my words cause it earn dough
    Who woulda known Lil' Flip 'll scan five mil'
    And then be forced to take a break for two years
    But the block got love for the God
    So you know it ain't shit for me to get a nigga robbed

    [Chorus]

    For the block niggas

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