Yo tell me why the f*ck this bitch asking me why I got two watches on for?
Whatchu tell her tho?
I said I sprained my wrist, the doc said apply ice
I said momma I don't wanna be a great man
I told her straight I just wanna be a made man
14 days and you gotta pay the payman?
I pay the postman while you playin hangman
I made it rain so now she call me rain man
I'm getting laid while i'm steady getting paid
Open shooter call that white boi gay
He in Bermuda with his iPhone 8
While your MCM out here Juul Pods
And lil Eminem's out here selling re-rock
Think I need some skittles tho to mix the Arizona
There's layers to this bitch so I call that hoe Fiona
This bitches eat me up cuz they love my persona
Cutting layers off the onions in the kitchen brings an odor
Ima flip that bag
And I'ma flip that script
Lemme handle that business and you won't see shit
Can't f*ck with wack shit
Cuz we too legit
If she a bitch she bad
Coming on my dick
"Yo Richard where ya been?"
Well I tell ya I been chillin
"Where?"
In the trap fool and I been countin skrilla
Everyday I live it seems this shit is getting realer
My pockets getting cozy I suppose like chinchillas
I been going so hard I'm the trap Jeff Bezos
El Chapo with the choppas and I'm steady counting pesos
Placin all my shots and that shit go when I say so
With the queso and the yayo
Put the whole block on the payroll
And I got all these plays so
I call my money playdough
Hang this chains round my head
Said lets get this f*ckin bread
Ain't no hoe can tie me down
I've been flying f*ck the ground
I dont want it, I dont need it
F*ck that shit you won't believe it
Always wrap it before you tap it
That bitch clapping ass like a rabbit
I walk around with my chains out
But you don't really seem to hang now
Talkin bout you came round
If we bang out then my toes down
All ten now while you 6 down
It was in that flat that I had made my trap
If she a bitch she bad comin in like that
Ima flip that bag
And I'ma flip that script
Lemme handle that business and you won't see shit
Can't f*ck with wack shit
Cuz we too legit
If she a bitch she bad
Coming on my dick
Flipping the scripts
I don't need your type of "cents"
Charity all that you get
I'm getting mine
Fetal be your position
Kicking you off of the fence
I'm on the rise
Keep me afloat from the jokes
Stay in silence i don't boast
'Cept when i rhyme
Karmas a bitch yeah i know
Mirrors all up in that smoke
Ain't no surprise
Kill em with kindness
I be the nic-est
Boy that ain't on the block
You can stay inside of your box
I don't pray that all of you flop
Rather make ya wanna take shots
Like my g
But it don't really mean
People like me
My psyche
Got me living on the right key
Get off deez
Like a J.I.D. song high peep
I'm all steez
'Why your girl
Really like me
She be thinking she on "grown" shit
Stay inside the house
When it rains it be pouring
Couldn't take it south
Cause it really needed maintenance
If i would've said back then
You would prolly think i'm hating
She gon hit my line
When she master bating
She gon tell a lie
But you think i'm lame as shit
I pay my rent
And pay no mind
To flaky chips
I take a hit
And play to win
Take a hint
Tie ya shoes
Yousa trip
Cry a river
I'm a sinner
Born a winner
I'm the kid
Im the shit
Check the wrist
Know you watching how the younging moves
Not afraid to take an L or two
Get me prepped for what there is to do
Richard got the heat now here's the proof
Fire 19
All up in the scene
NBL always sounding clean
I'm just tryna do it
For my team
Blimey I be
Shining that's the gleam
F*ck with it
Imma flip that bag
And imma flip that script
Best let me handle that business
And you won't see shit
Yeah we can't f*ck with wack shit
Cause we too legit
If she a bitch she bad
Coming on my dick
Richard Ritch - Flip (feat. P3 & Flo.W) Lyrics
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Yo tell me why the f*ck this bitch asking me why I got two watches on for?
Whatchu tell her tho?
I said I sprained my wrist, the doc said apply ice
I said momma I don't wanna be a great man
I told her straight I just wanna be a made man
14 days and you gotta pay the payman?
I pay the postman while you playin hangman
I made it rain so now she call me rain man
I'm getting laid while i'm steady getting paid
Open shooter call that white boi gay
He in Bermuda with his iPhone 8
While your MCM out here Juul Pods
And lil Eminem's out here selling re-rock
Think I need some skittles tho to mix the Arizona
There's layers to this bitch so I call that hoe Fiona
This bitches eat me up cuz they love my persona
Cutting layers off the onions in the kitchen brings an odor
Ima flip that bag
And I'ma flip that script
Lemme handle that business and you won't see shit
Can't f*ck with wack shit
Cuz we too legit
If she a bitch she bad
Coming on my dick
"Yo Richard where ya been?"
Well I tell ya I been chillin
"Where?"
In the trap fool and I been countin skrilla
Everyday I live it seems this shit is getting realer
My pockets getting cozy I suppose like chinchillas
I been going so hard I'm the trap Jeff Bezos
El Chapo with the choppas and I'm steady counting pesos
Placin all my shots and that shit go when I say so
With the queso and the yayo
Put the whole block on the payroll
And I got all these plays so
I call my money playdough
Hang this chains round my head
Said lets get this f*ckin bread
Ain't no hoe can tie me down
I've been flying f*ck the ground
I dont want it, I dont need it
F*ck that shit you won't believe it
Always wrap it before you tap it
That bitch clapping ass like a rabbit
I walk around with my chains out
But you don't really seem to hang now
Talkin bout you came round
If we bang out then my toes down
All ten now while you 6 down
It was in that flat that I had made my trap
If she a bitch she bad comin in like that
Ima flip that bag
And I'ma flip that script
Lemme handle that business and you won't see shit
Can't f*ck with wack shit
Cuz we too legit
If she a bitch she bad
Coming on my dick
Flipping the scripts
I don't need your type of "cents"
Charity all that you get
I'm getting mine
Fetal be your position
Kicking you off of the fence
I'm on the rise
Keep me afloat from the jokes
Stay in silence i don't boast
'Cept when i rhyme
Karmas a bitch yeah i know
Mirrors all up in that smoke
Ain't no surprise
Kill em with kindness
I be the nic-est
Boy that ain't on the block
You can stay inside of your box
I don't pray that all of you flop
Rather make ya wanna take shots
Like my g
But it don't really mean
People like me
My psyche
Got me living on the right key
Get off deez
Like a J.I.D. song high peep
I'm all steez
'Why your girl
Really like me
She be thinking she on "grown" shit
Stay inside the house
When it rains it be pouring
Couldn't take it south
Cause it really needed maintenance
If i would've said back then
You would prolly think i'm hating
She gon hit my line
When she master bating
She gon tell a lie
But you think i'm lame as shit
I pay my rent
And pay no mind
To flaky chips
I take a hit
And play to win
Take a hint
Tie ya shoes
Yousa trip
Cry a river
I'm a sinner
Born a winner
I'm the kid
Im the shit
Check the wrist
Know you watching how the younging moves
Not afraid to take an L or two
Get me prepped for what there is to do
Richard got the heat now here's the proof
Fire 19
All up in the scene
NBL always sounding clean
I'm just tryna do it
For my team
Blimey I be
Shining that's the gleam
F*ck with it
Imma flip that bag
And imma flip that script
Best let me handle that business
And you won't see shit
Yeah we can't f*ck with wack shit
Cause we too legit
If she a bitch she bad
Coming on my dick
Whatchu tell her tho?
I said I sprained my wrist, the doc said apply ice
I said momma I don't wanna be a great man
I told her straight I just wanna be a made man
14 days and you gotta pay the payman?
I pay the postman while you playin hangman
I made it rain so now she call me rain man
I'm getting laid while i'm steady getting paid
Open shooter call that white boi gay
He in Bermuda with his iPhone 8
While your MCM out here Juul Pods
And lil Eminem's out here selling re-rock
Think I need some skittles tho to mix the Arizona
There's layers to this bitch so I call that hoe Fiona
This bitches eat me up cuz they love my persona
Cutting layers off the onions in the kitchen brings an odor
Ima flip that bag
And I'ma flip that script
Lemme handle that business and you won't see shit
Can't f*ck with wack shit
Cuz we too legit
If she a bitch she bad
Coming on my dick
"Yo Richard where ya been?"
Well I tell ya I been chillin
"Where?"
In the trap fool and I been countin skrilla
Everyday I live it seems this shit is getting realer
My pockets getting cozy I suppose like chinchillas
I been going so hard I'm the trap Jeff Bezos
El Chapo with the choppas and I'm steady counting pesos
Placin all my shots and that shit go when I say so
With the queso and the yayo
Put the whole block on the payroll
And I got all these plays so
I call my money playdough
Hang this chains round my head
Said lets get this f*ckin bread
Ain't no hoe can tie me down
I've been flying f*ck the ground
I dont want it, I dont need it
F*ck that shit you won't believe it
Always wrap it before you tap it
That bitch clapping ass like a rabbit
I walk around with my chains out
But you don't really seem to hang now
Talkin bout you came round
If we bang out then my toes down
All ten now while you 6 down
It was in that flat that I had made my trap
If she a bitch she bad comin in like that
Ima flip that bag
And I'ma flip that script
Lemme handle that business and you won't see shit
Can't f*ck with wack shit
Cuz we too legit
If she a bitch she bad
Coming on my dick
Flipping the scripts
I don't need your type of "cents"
Charity all that you get
I'm getting mine
Fetal be your position
Kicking you off of the fence
I'm on the rise
Keep me afloat from the jokes
Stay in silence i don't boast
'Cept when i rhyme
Karmas a bitch yeah i know
Mirrors all up in that smoke
Ain't no surprise
Kill em with kindness
I be the nic-est
Boy that ain't on the block
You can stay inside of your box
I don't pray that all of you flop
Rather make ya wanna take shots
Like my g
But it don't really mean
People like me
My psyche
Got me living on the right key
Get off deez
Like a J.I.D. song high peep
I'm all steez
'Why your girl
Really like me
She be thinking she on "grown" shit
Stay inside the house
When it rains it be pouring
Couldn't take it south
Cause it really needed maintenance
If i would've said back then
You would prolly think i'm hating
She gon hit my line
When she master bating
She gon tell a lie
But you think i'm lame as shit
I pay my rent
And pay no mind
To flaky chips
I take a hit
And play to win
Take a hint
Tie ya shoes
Yousa trip
Cry a river
I'm a sinner
Born a winner
I'm the kid
Im the shit
Check the wrist
Know you watching how the younging moves
Not afraid to take an L or two
Get me prepped for what there is to do
Richard got the heat now here's the proof
Fire 19
All up in the scene
NBL always sounding clean
I'm just tryna do it
For my team
Blimey I be
Shining that's the gleam
F*ck with it
Imma flip that bag
And imma flip that script
Best let me handle that business
And you won't see shit
Yeah we can't f*ck with wack shit
Cause we too legit
If she a bitch she bad
Coming on my dick
Writer: Alec Stephens, Gerardo Aguado
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid