[Verse 1: Kutt Calhoun]
Hitting the block with more pounds
You gotta grill them for posession
Do I sell it? Yeah
It go bounce
Hitting the naborhoods where it's anti cops
Take them like cauf drops
[?]
I shot, cut them up like dime rocks
Distrebute to feends from the 7, to the down block
All about cash, money over ass
I’m the doc, so you can calculate the aftermath
I snatch them fast
There'll be more butterflys than National Geographic has ever had
Rich like Rich with a pecan ford
On the porch for hours
With my boys in the hood
Got them feeling good enough to bounce

[Chorus: Kutt Calhoun]
Flip cars, flip clothes, flip hoes
Flip quarters, flip halves, flip Os
Flip cars, flip clothes, flip hoes
Flip quarters, flip halves, flip Os

[Verse 2: BG Bullet Wound]
Flip quarters, flip halves, flip bricks
Get your money, get your money, get your shit
Make them bounce
In the clubs, in the cars, in the house
On the kurb, get your money, man, and let these n***as understand
I keep a bad bitch in my ride
With a brick on the side
I like the new design
See I'm the one she want to be her n***a
Imma have to blast me a n***a, man
And ain’t no need to change me, dog
I'm a gangster like Rod, n***as faking remains to be solved
In my car, I'm dropping the top
We knocking the block
Get your stacks up, n***a
Put them bags up, n***a
Keep your scratch up, n***a
And Imma bounce
And If you wanna roll with me
Get your fetty up, Blood, cause ain't no riding for free
[Chorus: Kutt Calhoun]
Flip cars, flip clothes, flip hoes
Flip quarters, flip halves, flip Os
Flip cars, flip clothes, flip hoes
Flip quarters, flip halves, flip Os