Flippin' That (feat. Rick Ross) lyrics

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

(Chorus:)
Half a brick of yay in the bra
Half, half a, half a, half a brick of yay in the bra
Where her titty at
Half a brick a yay in the 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 95 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 your honour
I was beside him all night
Yes I promise
But I gotta half a brick a
(Brick of yay)
And that’s a problem

(Chorus X2:)
I gotta (half a brick of yay in the bra)
(Oh, oh, oh)
Half, half a, half a, half a brick of yay in the bra
Where her titty at
I gotta (half a brick of yay in the 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 to throw off them dogs and police
(Oh boy)

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 your honour
I was beside him all night
Yes I promise
But I have a
(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 n such
I got Nina’s and both of Nina’s
Purses they bust (uh)
Buildin my doe (doe)
They deliver my blow (blow)
Oh no 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 washington wizard (wizard)
My soul in a hole (hole)
I feel so in control (control)
When I’m whippin’ them molds
Smellin’ like cinnamon rolls
Got the Benz in black
Big Beamer in beige
You hate on Nina F@ck swingin’
We swingin’ them k's
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 a (brick a yay) leave a brick
I’d be shittin them blocks

(Chorus: X2)