Block Money Lyrics - I Need Mine $$ - Lil' Flip

This for the block, there's no place like show business 

Hell, now, nigga, I'm serious, I'm honored, I'm back 

Take this muh'fuckin' rap money 

And bring it back to the block, nigga fo' real 

So if you gettin' your money, you gettin' it 

I'm just worried about me now 

Got all the fuck boys from around me 

Hey, fuck you, niggas, hey, now let's get it 

After I do my concert I bring that money to the block 

And nigga, I don't want half 'cause I want the whole block 

Now whip it, now whip it, now whip it, now whip it 

Now get it, whip it, ship it and flip it 

Aye, I told you, muh'fuckers, I'ma bounce back 

With three million in cash, potna, count that 

If I write you a check, nigga, you can cash that 

And when I'm in Europe, I use my flat stack 

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The black car get used four times a day 

My rims skinny but my pocket's overweight 

Go get yo tubes tied, 'cause you a bitch, boy 

Eight hundred grand and now you think you rich, boy 

You better step it up, my paper been straight 

And by the way my new chick go to Penn State 

I paid for her car, I paid for her books 

Okay, I'm lyin' but don't that shit go with the hook? 

I got money to blow, I oughta be ashamed 

I'm playin' with some change, I want Travolta plane 

He got a couple of 'em, we always fuck with rubbers 

This ain't O.G., kush, I like to call it Bubble 

After I do my concert I bring that money to the block 

And nigga, I don't want half 'cause I want the whole block 

Now whip it, now whip it, now whip it, now whip it 

Now get it, whip it, ship it and flip it 

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Aye, fuck boy, I'm the James Toney of rap 

'Cause niggas hate me but I still got it like that 

A brand new 'Vette, I'm a ladies man 

Plus my Bretlin cost me eighty grand 

Aye, money ain't a thang, you know where I hang 

And besides music you know what I slang 

And you know what I claim, it's Clover G's up 

And don't you hate it when yo potna smoke all your weed up? 

I had to roll my sleeves up 'cause of my bracelet 

And we ain't goin' nowhere so just face it 

I lace weed with the syrup 'cause it burn slow 

I make G's with my words 'cause it earn dough 

Who would've known Lil' Flip'll scan five mil' 

And then be forced to take a break for two years? 

But the block got love for the God 

So you know it ain't shit for me to get a nigga robbed 

After I do my concert, I bring that money to the block 

And nigga, I don't want half 'cause I want the whole block 

Now whip it, now whip it, now whip it, now whip it 

Now get it, whip it, ship it and flip it for the block, niggas