flipping on 4's

slim thug

money

hoes

and clothes

blunt smoke coming out the nose

is all a nigga knows

flipping on foes

putting

watching the stash grow

clocking the cash flow

money

hoes and clothes

is all a nigga know

and i been saying that shit since back in '04

born in the hood but refuse to stay broke

had to get rich

got tired of selling dope

grind into the top now my momma living good

living them dreams we was having in the hood

boys better quit tripping and get up on their paper

stop saving these hoes and avoid all these haters

can't kick they ass nowadays they'll sue

when under pressure your best friends telling on you

where them bitches at

i keep plenty dimes

money

hoes and clothes is all in my mind

money

hoes

and clothes

blunt smoke coming out the nose

is all a nigga knows

flipping on foes

putting tags on toes

watching the stash grow

clocking the cash flow

i speak the truth

never tell you lies

still a hunnid ain't switch like them other guys

new year new levels of this boss life

hopping out the drive rows like

suprise

and now them haters can't believe they eyes

swear i wasn't gonna be shit

bitch apologize

wanna see me lose

but a nigga still winning

wanna see me stop but them 4's still spinnin'

went from cheering for a nigga to being a hater

the gift in the curse of getting this paper

see ya later broke niggas i got new neighbors

plus its cause i'm still getting new paper

money

hoes

and clothes

blunt smoke coming out the nose

is all a nigga knows

flipping on foes

putting tags on toes

watching the stash grow

clocking the cash flow

now look who creeping

look who crawling

look who still balling in the mix

still sticking long dick in your bitch

your section full of niggas

my section full of hoes

at the club tryna fight

what you mad for

everybody who i know mad mad cause they broke

i came to sell a grade

i made mills and making mo'

meek free

dj gonna play that intro

and everything he named on it but that lambo

cause i couldn't fix same shit with yo bitch

you ain't gotta spit game to em when you getting rich

if i ain't broke boy then gonna fix ya

money

hoes

and clothes

blunt smoke coming out the nose

is all a nigga knows

flipping on foes

putting tags on toes

watching the stash grow

clocking the cash flow