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i'm paid - skippa da flippa lyrics

[intro: skippa da flippa]
flippa

[chorus: skippa da flippa]
you hate me, but i’m paid
you hate me, but i’m paid (hater)
you hate me, but i’m paid
i’m paid (i’m paid), i’m paid (i’m paid)
you hate me, but i’m paid (hater)
you hate me, but i’m paid (havin’)
you hate me, but i’m paid
i’m paid, i’m paid (havin’)
what can you make today? (flippa)
what can you make today? (what else?)
what can you make today?
today, today (what can you?)
what can you make today? (havin’)
what can you make today?
what can you make today?
today, today (flippa)

[verse 1: skippa da flippa]
if i say (say), she gon’ say okay
told her to pull up and bring chick*fil*a
she wanna kick it, she cool, she can stay
get ’em out the trap fast, treat ’em like a play
stack these bills face up, do what i say
run and gun to the cash, no andalé
you n*ggas slow to the money, delay
[?][0:51] whenever i say
10k gucci jacket i left in the wraith
whole bunch of benjis, back*to*back bentleys
section 8 shooters, i gave [?] semis
if i had a twin, we’d be both countin’ yen
buy a lam’, flip it, do it again
if it’s about money, count me in
i’m ’bout my money and i’m ’bout to win (flippa)

[verse 2: gunna]
i fell in love with the money
up early in the morning, i’m huggin’ these hundreds (huggin’ these hundreds)
bought me some gucci skydivers
just hopped on the jet and we boarded with colors (boarded with colors)
ain’t gon’ stop buyin’ these diamonds
i put this sh*t down, this sh*t look like a puddle
i take a foreign and ride it
headed, i’m swervin’ that sh*t through the gutter (go)
i want the bread and the b*tter (bread and the b*tter)
i never tell her i love her (nah)
young gunna was never the runner
and i’m still coppin’ new fendi runners (drip, drip)
since a youngin, i been doin’ numbers (been doin’ numbers)
i might fall, but i never can fumble (nah)
got a luxury sedan, not a honda (not a honda)
f*ck these freak hoes on top of the cover
ah, ya, yeah, yeah, told my n*gga to keep it one hundred
i don’t f*ck with you, know you play dirty
me and flippa, we flippin’ this money (flippin’ this money)
sh*t ain’t sweet, n*ggas never was honey
disrespect, ain’t no cappin’, we comin’ (we comin’)
it’s a hundred round drum, i’ma dump it (dump it)
drop a price on your head like i’m dunkin’ (drip)

[verse 3: skippa da flippa]
rubber band fifty and tens
what would she do for a band?
call of duty, ps90 on me, fn
i prefer henn’, i can’t do the gin
run up the digits
i give her a lil’ like a snippet
your money short like a midget
run it up like urkel, that sh*t, i did it
i run it up just like urkel, i did it
i’m ’bout my paper
she got good head like an a
so my side b*tch tryna erase her
cut him off ’cause he signed me to a major
i got too much juice, you tried to make flavor
you captain save*her
my frontend now, comes in later
throw salt on your partner, that’s not player
new crib sittin’ on three acres
i take her to jeffreys, you take her to bakers (flippa)

- skippa da flippa lyrics

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