Flip Work

[Chorus: BandGang Paid Will]
Flip work count stacks, flip work count stacks, flip work count stacks
Spend pros get it back
(x3)

[Verse 1: BandGang Paid Will]
I be thinking like who bitch it's bout' to be tonight
500 for a pair of shoes I only wore em twice
Stack it up get it right fuck what the bitches like
System out to get us they keep giving all my niggas life
Got the gang in the club standing on the couches
They ain't even trippin' on us though, we know all the bouncers
You would think my niggas stressing we blow all the ounces
Send them bitches our way niggas stay from round us
I just knew we'd be on someday
Ghetto young nigga even trappin' on a Sunday
Pourin' up mud hope I wake up Monday
Shooters stay by me all my niggas bout gun play
It's like Iraq on the strap they got choppas and Macs
And I'm talkin' bout' the Shred, have em on yo ass
Flip work count up that's a lot of cash
Spend pros get it back boy I do it fast

[Chorus: BandGang Paid Will]
Flip work count stacks, flip work count stacks, flip work count stacks
Spend pros get it back
(x3)

[Verse 2: BandGang Biggs]
They say my name ain't Biggs cause' I lost a lot of weight
My name still Biggs check my mo'fuckin chain
Went to school high as hell lost a pair of ice frames
Had to put a couple niggas in they place the next day
Riding with the 40 in the middle of the day
I seen the fuck nigga when he was riding with his baby
Cock my shit back like fuck it I'm crazy
Roll the window down slow, rock the whole fuckin' cradle
Gone off the syrup, no maple
I was growing up with no cable
Sike I'm lying man I always had cable but you run up on me with that wild shit and I'ma paint you
Told yo bitch pour my gas I'ma pay you
I skirted on her ass she was chasin'
You probly' smiled when you heard that last line man this shit will blow your mind hit the booth and I get real creative

[Chorus: BandGang Paid Will]
Flip work count stacks, flip work count stacks, flip work count stacks
Spend pros get it back
(x3)

[Verse 3: BandGang Paid Will]
Spend a lot of money get it right back
Flying through these niggas hood's they don't like that
I gotta plug the same city where the fight at
But I ain't stepping down there he send em' right back
Feds watching us we don't give no fucks
Flip work count money nigga go nuts
Still out here on the [?] check up
Fuck all these hoe niggas don't respect one
My momma mad at me I ain't never gon' change
In the hood all day still stuck in my ways
Money on my line still making them plays
Lines in my system I done poured a 8
Biggs right beside me he done rolled an eighth
Cuz on my line he just left the bank
3 months of show money that's bout' 50k
I ain't telling you no mo' it's the fucking gang

[Chorus: BandGang Paid Will]
Flip work count stacks, flip work count stacks, flip work count stacks
Spend pros get it back
(x3)