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bandgang paid will – flip work lyrics

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[hook: paid will]
flip work count stacks, flip work count stacks, flip work count stacks
spend pros get it back
(x3)

[verse 1: paid will]
i be thinking like who b-tch it’s bout’ to be tonight
500 for a pair of shoes i only wore em twice
stack it up get it right f-ck what the b-tches like
system out to get us they keep giving all my n-gg-s 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 n-gg-s stressing we blow all the ounces
send them b-tches our way n-gg-s stay from round us
i just knew we’d be on someday
ghetto young n-gg- even trappin’ on a sunday
pourin’ up mud hope i wake up monday
shooters stay by me all my n-gg-s 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 -ss
flip work count up that’s a lot of cash
spend pros get it back boy i do it fast

[hook]

[verse 2: biggs]
they say my name ain’t biggs cause’ i lost a lot of weight
my name still biggs check my mo’f-ckin chain
went to school high as h-ll lost a pair of ice frames
had to put a couple n-gg-s in they place the next day
riding with the 40 in the middle of the day
i seen the f-ck n-gg- when he was riding with his baby
c-ck my shit back like f-ck it i’m crazy
roll the window down slow, rock the whole f-ckin’ 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 b-tch pour my gas i’ma pay you
i skirted on her -ss 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

[hook]

[verse 3: paid will]
spend a lot of money get it right back
flying through these n-gg-s 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 f-cks
flip work count money n-gg- go nuts
still out here on the [?] check up
f-ck all these hoe n-gg-s 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 f-cking gang

[hook]



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