Songtext Flippin' that (feat. rick ross) Nina Sky

Flippin' that (feat. rick ross)

This is (for the yay)
(Half a brick of yay)
Rick Ross
(Half, half a brick of yay)
It's Nina Sky
(Half, half a brick of yay)
It's Cool & Dre
(And I'm flippin' that)
Listen
(Flippin', flip flip flippin' that)

(Chorus:)
Half a brick of yay in her bra
Half, half a, half a, half a brick of yay in her bra
Where her titty at
Half a brick of yay in her bra
Where her titty at
And I'm flippin', flip, flip, flip, flip flippin' that

(Verse: 1)
Let's get right to it (ohh)
Ya man's locked up
But someone's gotta do it
(Oh-oh-oh my)
I ninety five drive south for da winter
Gotta trunk full of birds
They fly south for da winter (yeeah)

I ain't tryna get locked up tonight
But I told him I
Would put that on my life
So I gotta ri-ia-ia-ia-ia-ide
(Yes) I'm a rider
(Yes) I'm a provider
(huuuuuh)
Type of chick to take the stand
And say a honour
I was beside him all night
Yes I promise
But I gotta have
(Brick of yay)
And that's a problem

(Chorus X2:)
I gotta (half a brick of yay in her bra)
(Oh, oh, oh)
Half, half a, half a, half a brick of yay in her bra
Where her titty at
I gotta (half a brick of yay in her bra)
(Oh, oh, oh)
Where her titty at
And I'm flippin', flip, flip, flip, flip flippin' that

(Verse: 2)
Boy is it ok for me to pull over the car
When I get tired I try to go with no sleep
(Oh boy)
I got that work wrapped dead tight
Coffee grounds soon throw off them dogs and police

Cuz I ain't tryna get locked up tonight
But I told him I
Would put that on my life
So I gotta ri-ia-ia-ia-ia-ide
(Yes) I'm a rider
(Yes) I'm a provider
(huuuuuh)
Type of chick to take the stand
And say a honour
I was beside him all night
Yes I promise
But I gotta have
(Brick of yay)
And that's a problem

(Chorus:)

(Verse: 3 Rick Ross)
Maserati, candy paint
For dat personal touch (Ross)
You need a body or a bird
I'm the person to touch (Ross)
At a party no searchin' my purses as such
I got Nina's and both of Nina's
Purses they bust (uh)
Bell in my doe (doe)
They deliver my blow (blow)
On them cigarette boats (boats)
That's a million a float (float)
See I get and whip it (whip it)
Sift it and flip it (flip it)
It ain't just to ship it
I'mma wash it and whiz it (whiz it)
My soul in a hole (hole)
I feel so in control (control)
When I'm whippin' them moulds
Smellin' like cinnamon rolls
Got dat Benz in black
Big Beamer in beige
You read on Nina ? swingin'
We swingin' them case
Can't sight for my sounds (sounds)
Ross beatin' the streets (streets)
We gotta load on the way
We eatin' this week
I'mma chill in Manhattan
Sit the work in the Bronx
Take the ? leave a brick
I'd be ? them blocks

(Chorus: X2)