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Famous Flip Video (MV)




Performed By: A1 the Chozen
Language: English
Length: 2:39
Written by: Limel Small




A1 the Chozen - Famous Flip Lyrics




Used to have the trey deuce, doin' numbers like Babe Ruth
Grey goose, A1 the second coming of Jesus
Nicest in my age group, pass it down to today's youth
Look up in my trunk and you'll see my roof, that's Rae Carruth
Feelin' like Lebron when he make a hoop when I play the booth
Had to hit the stoop wit' it chopped and screwed like I'm Trae the Truth
I'm gettin' crazy lute, gravy truck or mercedes coupe
Gravy route keep the ladies loose, "Ghetto Boy" like the eighties group
Me, I'm just a lyrical author, this is lyrical slaughter
The flow is like that Flint Michigan water
Cook game lookin' mean, chop rocks guillotine
Feel like The Incredible Hulk mixed wit' Wolverine
Compare me to the Marvel every verse is a novel
I spit that kinda' shit that'll drip the blood out ya' nostrils
A.k.a Pablo, send em' all to Diablo
Still got that work chopped up back of a Tahoe

I look like money and smell like money
Move it through the states, then get it from out of country
I walk like money and talk like money
Dodgin' all the hate, still do it for those who love me
I flip that money, then get that money
Even in a drought my nigga' we livin' comfy
Legit or hood money, it's all good money
We keep on makin' it nigga, this is the famous flip

This is the invasion, smokin' like Joe Frazier
She thinkin' restaurant, I'm thinkin' corner bodega
Money overseas, we touchin' foreigner paper
Been nice all my life but it never cease to amaze ya'
Say I fell off, I'm sayin' I got hungrier
American made, but my dope straight from Columbia
Stuntin' all over, first class out LaGuardia
I always stay woke, you think that I got insomnia
D.L.R for life, we put in work like the mafia
Body ya' then bury your remains in Somalia
Anybody can get it, not the one to discriminate
The only who competin' please allow me to demonstrate
Ain't starvin' wit' em' then your the one on the dinner plate
So keep talkin' crazy until I rip out ya' dental plate
Mr. Digital scale or triple beam balancer
Heavy rock band and I ain't talkin' Metallica

I look like money and smell like money
Move it through the states, then get it from out of country
I walk like money and talk like money
Dodgin' all the hate, still do it for those who love me
I flip that money, then get that money
Even in a drought my nigga' we livin' comfy
Legit or hood money, it's all good money
We keep on makin' it nigga, this is the famous flip

We keep on makin' it nigga, this is the famous flip
We keep on makin' it nigga, this is the famous flip
We keep on makin' it nigga, this is the famous flip
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Used to have the trey deuce, doin' numbers like Babe Ruth
Grey goose, A1 the second coming of Jesus
Nicest in my age group, pass it down to today's youth
Look up in my trunk and you'll see my roof, that's Rae Carruth
Feelin' like Lebron when he make a hoop when I play the booth
Had to hit the stoop wit' it chopped and screwed like I'm Trae the Truth
I'm gettin' crazy lute, gravy truck or mercedes coupe
Gravy route keep the ladies loose, "Ghetto Boy" like the eighties group
Me, I'm just a lyrical author, this is lyrical slaughter
The flow is like that Flint Michigan water
Cook game lookin' mean, chop rocks guillotine
Feel like The Incredible Hulk mixed wit' Wolverine
Compare me to the Marvel every verse is a novel
I spit that kinda' shit that'll drip the blood out ya' nostrils
A.k.a Pablo, send em' all to Diablo
Still got that work chopped up back of a Tahoe

I look like money and smell like money
Move it through the states, then get it from out of country
I walk like money and talk like money
Dodgin' all the hate, still do it for those who love me
I flip that money, then get that money
Even in a drought my nigga' we livin' comfy
Legit or hood money, it's all good money
We keep on makin' it nigga, this is the famous flip

This is the invasion, smokin' like Joe Frazier
She thinkin' restaurant, I'm thinkin' corner bodega
Money overseas, we touchin' foreigner paper
Been nice all my life but it never cease to amaze ya'
Say I fell off, I'm sayin' I got hungrier
American made, but my dope straight from Columbia
Stuntin' all over, first class out LaGuardia
I always stay woke, you think that I got insomnia
D.L.R for life, we put in work like the mafia
Body ya' then bury your remains in Somalia
Anybody can get it, not the one to discriminate
The only who competin' please allow me to demonstrate
Ain't starvin' wit' em' then your the one on the dinner plate
So keep talkin' crazy until I rip out ya' dental plate
Mr. Digital scale or triple beam balancer
Heavy rock band and I ain't talkin' Metallica

I look like money and smell like money
Move it through the states, then get it from out of country
I walk like money and talk like money
Dodgin' all the hate, still do it for those who love me
I flip that money, then get that money
Even in a drought my nigga' we livin' comfy
Legit or hood money, it's all good money
We keep on makin' it nigga, this is the famous flip

We keep on makin' it nigga, this is the famous flip
We keep on makin' it nigga, this is the famous flip
We keep on makin' it nigga, this is the famous flip
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Writer: Limel Small
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