the world wanna problem with that? You know I heard Harlem is back Who in the world wanna problem with that? [Lil Jon] Let's Go! [Chorus: Fat Joe + (Lil
m the dude, Mannie fresh the shit Two ghetto ass niggas now to flip a brick Well, I'm stunna homeboy and I'm filthy rich Super fly get money in the drop
now, is you gon' have to flip the style up. You gon' have to speed that shit up, go another note. Yo Zane, this lil Zane, come on nigga what... [Lil
ass shit. It's making me want to retaliate, you'd probobly press charges, hoping that they lock me away. I'm not a bad boy, I'm a fat boy bitch-boy. My
m him) Well have your ever seen a young fly nigga (I'm him) Well have your ever (I'm him) Well have you ever (I'm him) I'm a grown man, lil' boy get
! Yo Yo Yo A yo, you promised me kate spade But that was last year Boy in the eighth grade And you ain't biggie, baby boy so it ain't one more
Get a clean check cut slip it in my account Write a money China white a lil' girl to wipe 'em out I ain't wit' the rappin' boy, I'm puttin' in the work
shoulder Raw grams in the trunk of a jag Hard ounces stashed in my Cadillac dash It's drought season daddy, we huntin' for riches We fly like birds go divin' for fishes A known deep boy
boy Boy Boy Boy Boy Lil Flipper, I flip tracks boy like crack boy I got that 62 inch Maybach boy two tone boy Let's get it on boy my money long boy
) Bustaclip, bustaclip (To the dirty, dirty) Bustaclip, bustaclip (It's Flip Gates) Bustaclip, bustaclip, yeah (The number one fly boy) Bustaclip, bustaclip
chains is off Clover chains is on...we off the chains lil'boy (yea) [Chorus] [Verse 4 - MJG] Uh, yea, come on.... MJG, pimp tight and Lil' Flip
?" All you gotta do is take two million and walk in the door And that's how they'll let you go, 'cause I get money, nigga I'm a fly boy, nigga, my chain
pay two mill Now I'm happy as ever, laying back on my leather The number one fly boy, on the back of my sweater [Hook] [Lil' Flip] Them chicks in Chi
still rep for my lane, now what is y'all sayin' Yeah, the dough boy say I'm shinin' boy But that shit came from grinin' boy Yell the diamonds everywhere
yo' gang If you see me on the road better switch yo' lane If you see me on your strip, bitch, get yo' thang Fuck that before rap had to flip cocaine
boy Then I leave the scenery my pockets full of greenery Blood on my back and no more bullets in my mac Watch yo back nigga Chorus: {tec-9/yella boy/lil
hoopa attack a beat like a cougar, rouga(?) who that dude that wanna come and talk shit i'm so fly, high up in my cock pit the tapes comin' boy wait
pay two mill Now I'm happy as ever, laying back on my leather The number one fly boy, on the back of my sweater [Hook] [Lil' Flip:] Them chicks in