Get it, get it
In it, spend it
Hundred cash, stacks, and vent it
Told my nigga, the packs are Fendi
Hundred, hundred miles a minute
In it, in it, in it, we in it
Hundred stacks, pies are Fendi
Told my nigga we trying to get it
Told my nigga we trying to get it
We in it, in it
In it, in it
Running game, styles to get it
Hundred, million, miles a minute
Told my nigga, we trying to get it
We in, in it
With it, to get it
Told my nigga, we trying to vent it
Woah
Woah, woah
They don't know how we roll
We don't play no give and go
We gonna tag you with the stove
We gonna tag you in the snow
And its kind and kind of cold
For the place where we grow
Ya, ya
Yea, yea
And it's getting kind of old
But the place where we grow
Half the people here cold
Colder, colder than the poles
We gon' do it for the shows
Once I get it on the road
They gon' see me with the rollie, nigga
Ima get a TAG with the full me, nigga
Got the force on me, like I'm Obi, nigga
Shit
Shooting like Kobe, nigga
Shit
Shooting like Ginobili, nigga
Shit
Shooting like that Kosher nigga
Shit,
Yea
In it, win it, hit it, trying to get it
Running, running, game
Hundred, hundred miles a minute
Ima get it, get it in it, spend it
Hundred cash
Stacks and vent it
Told my nigga, the packs are Fendi
Hundred, hundred miles a minute
In it, in it, in it, we in it
Hundred stacks
Pies are Fendi
Told my nigga we trying to get it
Told my nigga we trying to get it
We in it, in it, in it, in it
Running game, styles to get it
Hundred, million, miles a minute
Told my nigga we trying to get it
We in it, in it, win it to get it
Told my nigga we trying to vent it
Y'all already know Big Boss Chonch got the bag baby
But tonight
We take it slow
She a boss with it
She gon' ball with it
She don't text
Yea, this girl she on call with it
Ima hit it one time
And I fall with it
She gon' see it right now I be the star with it
I be the star with it
Watch how I do this girl
Watch how I do this girl
Two cups, two stacks
Drink shit, too smacked
Ima get it, you gon' be like
Who's that, who's that, and who's that
Yea nigga thats true facts
You know what I'm saying
Lucas Chonch - Flipside Lyrics
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English
Get it, get it
In it, spend it
Hundred cash, stacks, and vent it
Told my nigga, the packs are Fendi
Hundred, hundred miles a minute
In it, in it, in it, we in it
Hundred stacks, pies are Fendi
Told my nigga we trying to get it
Told my nigga we trying to get it
We in it, in it
In it, in it
Running game, styles to get it
Hundred, million, miles a minute
Told my nigga, we trying to get it
We in, in it
With it, to get it
Told my nigga, we trying to vent it
Woah
Woah, woah
They don't know how we roll
We don't play no give and go
We gonna tag you with the stove
We gonna tag you in the snow
And its kind and kind of cold
For the place where we grow
Ya, ya
Yea, yea
And it's getting kind of old
But the place where we grow
Half the people here cold
Colder, colder than the poles
We gon' do it for the shows
Once I get it on the road
They gon' see me with the rollie, nigga
Ima get a TAG with the full me, nigga
Got the force on me, like I'm Obi, nigga
Shit
Shooting like Kobe, nigga
Shit
Shooting like Ginobili, nigga
Shit
Shooting like that Kosher nigga
Shit,
Yea
In it, win it, hit it, trying to get it
Running, running, game
Hundred, hundred miles a minute
Ima get it, get it in it, spend it
Hundred cash
Stacks and vent it
Told my nigga, the packs are Fendi
Hundred, hundred miles a minute
In it, in it, in it, we in it
Hundred stacks
Pies are Fendi
Told my nigga we trying to get it
Told my nigga we trying to get it
We in it, in it, in it, in it
Running game, styles to get it
Hundred, million, miles a minute
Told my nigga we trying to get it
We in it, in it, win it to get it
Told my nigga we trying to vent it
Y'all already know Big Boss Chonch got the bag baby
But tonight
We take it slow
She a boss with it
She gon' ball with it
She don't text
Yea, this girl she on call with it
Ima hit it one time
And I fall with it
She gon' see it right now I be the star with it
I be the star with it
Watch how I do this girl
Watch how I do this girl
Two cups, two stacks
Drink shit, too smacked
Ima get it, you gon' be like
Who's that, who's that, and who's that
Yea nigga thats true facts
You know what I'm saying
In it, spend it
Hundred cash, stacks, and vent it
Told my nigga, the packs are Fendi
Hundred, hundred miles a minute
In it, in it, in it, we in it
Hundred stacks, pies are Fendi
Told my nigga we trying to get it
Told my nigga we trying to get it
We in it, in it
In it, in it
Running game, styles to get it
Hundred, million, miles a minute
Told my nigga, we trying to get it
We in, in it
With it, to get it
Told my nigga, we trying to vent it
Woah
Woah, woah
They don't know how we roll
We don't play no give and go
We gonna tag you with the stove
We gonna tag you in the snow
And its kind and kind of cold
For the place where we grow
Ya, ya
Yea, yea
And it's getting kind of old
But the place where we grow
Half the people here cold
Colder, colder than the poles
We gon' do it for the shows
Once I get it on the road
They gon' see me with the rollie, nigga
Ima get a TAG with the full me, nigga
Got the force on me, like I'm Obi, nigga
Shit
Shooting like Kobe, nigga
Shit
Shooting like Ginobili, nigga
Shit
Shooting like that Kosher nigga
Shit,
Yea
In it, win it, hit it, trying to get it
Running, running, game
Hundred, hundred miles a minute
Ima get it, get it in it, spend it
Hundred cash
Stacks and vent it
Told my nigga, the packs are Fendi
Hundred, hundred miles a minute
In it, in it, in it, we in it
Hundred stacks
Pies are Fendi
Told my nigga we trying to get it
Told my nigga we trying to get it
We in it, in it, in it, in it
Running game, styles to get it
Hundred, million, miles a minute
Told my nigga we trying to get it
We in it, in it, win it to get it
Told my nigga we trying to vent it
Y'all already know Big Boss Chonch got the bag baby
But tonight
We take it slow
She a boss with it
She gon' ball with it
She don't text
Yea, this girl she on call with it
Ima hit it one time
And I fall with it
She gon' see it right now I be the star with it
I be the star with it
Watch how I do this girl
Watch how I do this girl
Two cups, two stacks
Drink shit, too smacked
Ima get it, you gon' be like
Who's that, who's that, and who's that
Yea nigga thats true facts
You know what I'm saying
Writer: Lucas Andrade
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