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