flip my chips, flip my chips, flip my chips, flip my chips, flip my chips, flip my chips, flip my chips, flip my chips I like to flip my chips, flip my chips, flip
I'm a give ya the blues Guess who's bizack? The boy B Mizack, A.K.A, Mr. Crack-A-Brick Turn a whole one from a half a brick, look I mastered this You
That wanna do a couple things When I look in your eyes I can tell you ready to swing Slow down, baby I'm waitin' more than a fling And I'm up on the
niggaz, trying to make me bust my chips But I'm not a bank, I don't even trust my bitch I'm from the South, and I got diamonds in my mouth [Hook -
holla 'coz I got them dollars Push the Maybach Monday, Tuesday Impala I switch whips like kicks, I'm a balla And if I get your phone number, I'm a call
let me tell you what I am I'm a balla That's what I am Baby A balla One of a kind I'm a balla No sir no man [RJJ] Check it I got a house that stretch
you get whipped, flipped, chipped Back to Bustaland, I know you see the semi-automatic that I'm holdin' in my right hand I got a closet full of T-shirts
to fall But I often rise! Every day before I open my eyes To my cousin Big Flip locked down in the pen To my other homeboyz I won't ever see again Like
this side Dyin to serve Dyin for cheese To raise up out the hood I been dyin to lead Just keep all yellin my name I been dyin to trip Dyin for a grip
whips like kicks I'm a balla (I'm a balla) And if I get your phone number I'm a call ya (I'm a call ya) And we can meet up the next day and chill But
my partners And I'm straight hey shawty I'm straight Snowman bitch, I ride two seaters It's a cold world, so I keep two heaters I'm straight, you betta
chain, diamond teeth and thangs Home of the pinky rings and the raw cocaine These niggaz swanging elbows and acting real wild While I'm trying to win a Grammy like I'm
my driver drive, I'm on par 4 Spit hangin' from my mouth retard flow And I say what I want like an award show I'm on some shit ain't even came out the
nigga Fuck George Bush, the army, and the G.I. Nigga this P.I., until I D.I. Now if you don't think I know what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout Run down
I love women an' shit My head grew over these years, now I got a nice dick Beauty mark right on my balls, girl, have a nice lick Cute in the face, hair
people on my back but I gotta keep duckin [Verse 1] I started from a rock, then move to a chip Nowadays I'm the Birdman bitch I ain't never had nothin
somethin for realler From a fifty cent nigga to a thousand dollar nigga Fuck George Bush, the army, and the G.I. Nigga this P.I., until I D.I. [Chorus
life shit Now, I'm nineteen with a Cadillac My nigga had a Lex with the gold pack Got a plaque but I'm living with my pop, pop So, I got glock and a