Letra We get money Jim Jones

We get money

Hahaaa
I know y'all wonderin' like
"What the hell is Flip doin' man"
"How he get out his deal?"
All you gotta do is take 2 million
And walk in the door, and that's how they'll let you go
Hahaaa
Cause I get money nigga
I'm a fly boy nigga
My chain worth thousand grands nigga
That's twenty thousand karats nigga
(Yeah)
Step your game up
That's why your chain ain't up niggaaa

The 4-5 on my lap when I'm in the trap hood
Blueberry by the pound, now where did you get that? (smoked it)
I can't tell you nigga, I'm not a snitch
But on the real it feel great to be rich
I'm just playin' my hand, watchin' "Makin' The Band" (band)
Johnny ordered my watch (watch)
And he makin' the band (yeah)
I be changin' it up (up)
Ain't no changin' me what (what)
You lil' niggas betta shut up shut up
Aye, who shut the mall down? (me!)
And who bought all the hats? (me!)
Matter of fact, don't I look good in this Cadillac? (yes)
My roof back, my coupe black
50 grand I blew that
I'm so fly they call me "Mr. I Can Do That"
'Cause

H-Town!
M.I.A. yayo
That's how we do this
It's the boss
Multimillionaire shit 'round here
Flip what up?

Might cop a Benz (what)
Not a regular Benz (Ross)
Multimillionaire so baby I double my ends
Mercedes, Maybach, broke niggas stay back
The boss don't play, boy you gotta pay that
Watch cop some bub (bub)
G's runnin' stacks (stacks)
They be year off (off)
Bring my money back (back)
Yeah I fuck wit G's (g's)
Out in Cloverland (yeah)
We talkin' 20 keys
But I don't know the man (Ross)
I'm gettin' cheese (cheese)
It's time to shine (shine)
I love to flip (flip)
I'm flippin' mine (Ross)
Hoes love the smell (smell)
They smell the money (money)
You wanna smell yourself (bitch)
Well bitch shell it from me (Ross)

H-Town!
M.I.A. yayo
That's how we do this
It's the boss
Multimillionaire shit 'round here
Flip what up?

I told niggas I show niggas, I'm the best
I'm the shit in New York, but I'm a God on the West (holla!)
I must confess, 'The Source' own me two more mics (hey I need two more mics)
I took my ringtone money and bought two more bikes
I took my liquor money (yeah)
And bought another crib (yeah)
I got three maids (yeah)
That is that fuckin' game
Go ask Corn Row (ask him)
We do it big right? (right)
If I ain't front row, I ain't watchin' the fight (fuck it)
I be in Street Port wit my nigga Bayday ??
I be in airports wit my fuckin' AK (shut up!)
4-7 to 11, 1-8-7 on a cop
I know you prayin' that I flop, niggaaa!
But

H-Town!
M.I.A. yayo
That's how we do this
It's the boss
Multimillionaire shit 'round here
Flip what up?