I Get Money - Lil' Flip

You smell that?

(smell what?}

That’s money

I smell money

Hahaaa

[Rossss}

I know y’all wonderin' like…

«What the hell is Flip doin' man»

«How he get out his deal?»

All you gotta do is take 2 million

And walk in the door, and that’s how they’ll let you go

Hahaaa

Cause I get money nigga

I’m a fly boy nigga

My chain worth thousand grands nigga

That’s twenty thousand karats nigga

[Yeaahhh}

Step your game up

That’s why your chain ain’t up niggaaa

The 4−5 on my lap when I’m in the trap hood

Blueberry by the pound, now where did you get that?) (smoked it}

I can’t tell you nigga, I’m not a sniitcchh

But on the real it feel great to be ricchhh

I’m just playin' my hand, watchin' «Makin' The Band» (band}

Johnny ordered my watch (watch}

And he makin' the band (yeaahh}

I be changin' it up (uuupp}

Ain’t no changin' me whaaatt (whaaat}

You lil' niggas betta shut up shut up

Aye, who shut the mall down?

(me!}

And who bought all the hats?

(me!}

Matter of fact, don’t I look good in this Cadillac?

(yesss}

My roof back, my coupe black

50 grand I blew that

I’m so fly they call me «Mr.

I Can Do Dat»

Cause

w/ Rick Ross adlibs

That’s how we do this

It’s the bosss

Multi-millionaire shit 'round here

Flip what up?

[Verse 2 — Rick Ross}

Might cop a Benz (whaaat}

Not a regular Benz (Rossss}

Multi-millionaire so baby I double my endsss

Mercedes, Maybach, broke niggas stay back

The boss don’t play, boy you gotta pay that

Watch cop some bub (bub}

G’s runnin' stacks (stacks}

They be year off (off}

Bring my money back (back}

Yeah I fuck wit G’sss (g'sss}

Out in Cloverland (yeah}

We talkin' 20 keysss

But I don’t know the man (Rosss}

I’m gettin' cheese (cheeesseee}

It’s time to shine (shiinnee}

I love to flip (flip}

I’m flippin' mine (Rosss}

Hoes love the smell (smell}

They smell the money (money}

You wanna smell yourself (bitch}

Well bitch shell it from me (Rosss}

w/ Lil' Flip adlibs

I told niggas I show niggas, I’m the best

I’m the shit in New York, but I’m a God on the West (holla!}

I must confess, 'The Source' own me two more mics (hey I need two more mics}

I took my ringtone money and bought two more bikes

I took my liquor money (yeah}

And bought another crib (yeah}

I got three maids (yeah}

That is that fuckin' game

Go ask Corn Row (ask him}

We do it big right?

(right}

If I ain’t front row, I ain’t watchin' the fight (fuck it}

I be in Street Port wit my nigga Bayday ???

I be in airports wit my fuckin' AK (shut up!}

4−7 to 11, 1−8-7 on a cop

I know you prayin' that I flop, niggaaa!

But

[Hook}