Luh Peso - flavor flav Lyrics

Uh huh, yeah
Oh
Uh huh, yeah
I got more drip than a tidal wave, nigga run up he gone die today
I'm getting cash on the day to day, I can't trip bout a thot bitch I'm getting paid
It's a race to the guap, need it right away
Don't believe in the hype, just like Flavor Flav
That's yo bitch? If she bad then she getting slayed
I might go pour a four in that Minute Maid
I sip Wock not Tristan, perky got me itching
Money over women, lil bitch why you tripping
Hell nah, you can't kick it
Shit ain't broke, don't fix it
Ball like Scottie Pippen, bitch I'm on my pivot
We be kicking shit, we get really lit, that's just how it is, uh
I ain't dropped shit, they like "where you been?"
Bitch it's been a minute, uh
On some op shit, get him popped quick, we gone get a nigga gone
Wipe his nose like I'm on some Slime shit, YSL my cologne
Woah, yeah
Uh, uh
Oh woah, yeah
Big jeans, Balenciaga denim
I get lots of cash, bitch I'm counting Benjis
I got all of this shit on my own, so imma spend it
Yea, it's money over bitches
I got no love for these women
Whole lot of racks, whole lot of cheese, it's a whole lot of money
In the club throwing hundreds, can't a nigga take it from me
Feel like Rock, you a Jabroni and I put that on my mommy
Niggas steady acting funny, never lack I keep it on me
I got more drip than a tidal wave, nigga run up he gone die today
I'm getting cash on the day to day, I can't trip bout a thot bitch I'm getting paid
It's a race to the guap, need it right away
Don't believe in the hype, just like Flavor Flav
That's yo bitch? If she bad then she getting slayed
I might go pour a four in that Minute Maid
Whole lot of guap, whole lot of cheese
Bad bitch, tell her put it on me
Pull up with a Glock, it go Dee dee dee dee, bitch I shoot from deep, we ain't shooting threes
Yeah I'm pouring fours, bitch I'm sipping lean
We gone wipe his nose, niggas really hoes, that's just how it goes
Dripped in Louis V, YSL cologne, yeah that's on me
I got yo bitch tryna f*ck with the Feng Shui, I get so high that I can't even function
Ain't about money, then ain't no discussion
Hating ass nigga, they stay on some f*ck shit
Ain't worried bout bitches, I'm chasing the Benjamins
Pull up with choppas, that bitch get to bussing
Shout out to Swerv, that young nigga bumming
My bro in the cut and he might get to bussing
I got more drip than a tidal wave, nigga run up he gone die today
I'm getting cash on the day to day, I can't trip bout a thot bitch I'm getting paid
It's a race to the guap, need it right away
Don't believe in the hype, just like Flavor Flav
That's yo bitch? If she bad then she getting slayed
I might go pour a four in that Minute Maid