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fetty luciano – get it & flip it lyrics

[intro: fetty luciano and jay critch]
turn me up
haha
gllttbow
hey
young n-gg-s link up p-ssy
talk money gang (talk shmoney gang)
get some money and stay out the f-ckin’ way (okay)
jamz, turn me up (glllttt)
stupid

[hook: jay critch]
i get it and flip it, i handle my bussiness, my n-gg-s like: “where the dough at?” (where the dough at?)
like gucci the slippers, balmain with the zipper and some 3 air maxes, a throwback (hey)
(we gon’ get to the bag, you know that) i spend it and add in more racks
i brought the cash to the club to throw that
i cannot lie, you run up, get toe tagged
you dig (you dig), that b-tch wanna have my kids (have my kids)
i be sippin’, might crash the whip (crash the whip)
i be ballin’, ain’t p-ssin’ sh-t (ain’t p-ssin’ sh-t)
she know this ain’t no average d-ck (average d-ck)
she know how much the fashion is (fashion is)
hit a juug, i’m subtractin’ sh-t (subtractin’ sh-t)
back it up, and i’m taxin’ it, hey (juug,juug juug)

[verse 1: jay critch]
i came from somwhere that you not, cash in the shoebox, days in the mattress (days in the mattress)
everyday i make a new plot, i need some new guap, making a backflip (making a backflip)
my b-tch she look like a actress, and she be stackin’, your b-tch is catfish (hey)
the sh-t that i’m doin’, i’m dashin’, goin’ so fast that you cannot catch this (skurt skurt)
the fame, i’m livin’ so lavish, dip the ice in the water like [?] (i got [?])
your bae wanna know all my actions, gettin’ money, why the f-ck is you actin’ (f-ck is you actin’)
watch out for that money, we clap sh-t
know it’s wrong, but we just gotta have it (bow)
pop out to the mall and i’m splashin’, buy it all, got expensive habits (hey)
and you ran up a bag, but then you lost it all, yeah, n-gg- that’s tragic (that’s tragic)
had to get in my bag, got trips in the [?] n-body that’s magic (that’s magic)
right now i’m in the jag’, one phone call thought these [?] (thirty,thirty)
throw your b-tch in the trash, might doze off the lean, i’m spazzin’ (lean)
then i’m done with her
suck me up hoe, i don’t wanna f-ck (i don’t wanna f-ck)
from the [?] n-gg-s gun you up
i told [?] we gon’ run it up ([?])
you better stay safe, get some money
stay out the way, movin’ funny (stay out the way)
stay in your place, diamonds sunny (stay in your place)
cop me a fade (cop me a fade)

[hook: jay critch and fetty luciano]
i get it and flip it, i handle my bussiness, my n-gg-s like: “where the dough at?” (where the dough at?)
like gucci the slippers, balmain with the zipper and some 3 air maxes, a throwback (hey)
(we gon’ get to the bag, you know that) i spend it and add in more racks
i brought the cash to the club to throw that
i cannot lie, you run up, get toe tagged
you dig (you dig), that b-tch wanna have my kids (have my kids)
i be sippin’, might crash the whip (crash the whip,skurt skurt)
i be ballin’, ain’t p-ssin’ sh-t (ain’t p-ssin’ sh-t)
she know this ain’t no average d-ck (average d-ck,yah)
she know how much the fashion is (fashion is,yah)
hit a juug, i’m subtractin’ sh-t (subtractin’ sh-t,woo)
back it up, and i’m taxin’ it, hey (juug,juug juug)

[verse 2: fetty luciano]
don’t gotta hop in my bag, b-tch i am the bag, tell me why are you mad? (why you mad?)
go to the stash, pull out some bands and then i go run up a tag (bands,bands,bands)
i’m f-ckin’ her friend, don’t gotta spend, send her home ridin’ a cab (woo,woo,woo woo,later)
it’s just how it is, i am the sh-t, take a good look at my dab (yah,yah,dab,i am the sh-t)
n-gg- i am the sh-t (yah)
[?] say hard no [?] (don’t know)
take my gang out the pen (take my gang)
b-tch i’m back home now, say it again ([?])
i’m with rich the kid (rich, yah)
like: “yo what it is?” when i’m out in my benz (what it do?)
we gon’ lick and sh-t (caught a lick)
we gon’ f-ck it up, hop in and fly to switz’ (skurt skurt skurt)
boss n-gg- like: “where the dough at? what it do?”
anything [?] just to get c-ke back (c-ke back,oh d-mn)
let all you f-ck n-gg-s know that
run up on a p-ssy boy, touchin’, don’t tote that (bow)
i ain’t [?] til’ my young n-gg-s blow that
lil’ n-gg- it ain’t a shootout, why you holdin’ that? (why you holdin’ that?)
[?] runnin’ fot the gun, where the pole at?
“come at me bro!”, f-ck n-gg- we ain’t doin’ that (we ain’t doin’ that)
big bank take lil’ bank (lil’ bank)
i don’t give a f-ck what you say, who say? you say? (you say?)
n-gg- true say (n-gg- true say)
i’m in a movie, [?] anybody, no blue-ray (no blue-ray)
[?] kool-aid (kool-aid)
had to k!ll him real quick, had to k!ll him with a [?] mane ([?] mane)
[?] walkin’ with a too fake
can’t f-ck with you n-gg-s, you n-gg-s too fake (bow,bow,bow,bow,bow)
gang

[outro]
jamz, turn me up

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