Flipp Dinero - Rich Today

Jul 10, 2020 265

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New song from Flipp Dinero "Rich Today" Produced by Wylo & stardustszn

Lyrics

Rich
One more time
Yeah, ayy
How you get money?
How you get money?
I keep a blunt and the loud and I'm
Ayy, yeah

How you get money? (Ayy, skrr)
I keep a blunt and the loud and I'm smokin' on dope like it's nothin'
My diamonds bussin'
She like the way that I dress, so you know that she fuckin', she bussin'
I'm never frontin' (Ayy), we makin' play to the shit (Ayy), never play with the shit (What?), man I'm thumbin' (Ayy, ayy, uh)
Turn in to something (Ayy, ayy, uh)
Hop in the block and I drop the cash (Ayy, ayy, uh), and you know I be stuntin' (Yeah)

I'ma get rich today (Yeah)
I just want Hennesy, I want the racks (Racks, bitch)
VVS drip and Givenchy, that's Gucci and Louis (Racks, skrr)
Got fifty racks tucked in the back (Racks, bitch)
I said I'ma get rich today (Ayy, ayy)
I just want Hennesy, I want the racks (Skrr, skrr)
VVS drip and Givenchy, that's Gucci and Louis (Yeah)
Got fifty racks tucked in the back (Yeah, yeah, ayy)

I pull up, I'm keeping the mask on
You know it's a stick up, remember them days I was stuck
I'm that nigga they passed on (Skrr, skrr)
Now I step when I walk, and the cash gone (Ha)
Got the whip and I pull in the fast zone
How the fuck he go get it? They said I was trippin', no wonder them niggas got left on
Concentrate when I thumb through the bag
Yeah, ayy
Now I'm gettin' racks
'Bout forty thousand a show (Uh)
I got forty-two thou' on my neck
The fuck, who gon' stop me? (Bitch)
I've been on this shit, sippin' lean, movin' slow for the bag, I'ma tag
So what you gon' tell me you know 'bout the racks?
A young nigga spend it, then get this back (Ayy, ayy)
I said that I got this shit off for my gualas (Yeah, yeah)
They call me young Pablo, they see I connect (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Fuck niggas bluffin', these fuckin' niggas watchin' this .30 clip off when I pipe it out
'Cause I'm gettin' this money, I'm all in my bag and I swear it ain't nothin' to talk about (Talk about)
You ain't gang, you can't step when I'm walkin' out (Walkin' out)
Keep that thang with the flame when I'm walkin' out (Walkin' out)
Tell my driver to pull up and park by the exit, the work in that comfort zone, I'm walkin' out (Skrr, skrr)
Been on my lonely, it's all for the guala, I swim in the commas, I'm stackin' the G's (Ayy, ayy)
Do for my momma, my brothers, my family
I'm in the trenches, I wanna live East
I just want livin' this life, gotta pay up the price, just to do what I want when I please
Pull off in Lambos and Bimmer, that shit that got fashion, I'm pullin' up off of the scene (Ayy, ayy)

Racks in my pockets, just a lil' bigger
I'm gettin' racks, that young nigga figure
Came from the hood where I been in that tenet
They hate me or love me, I still up and get it
Livin' this life like this shit is a mission
The fuck you gon' tell me? You fuck niggas trippin' (Yeah)
I get the bag and I peep my own vision
And I do the dash and you know I go missin'
I'm popping [Kaise?], I feel like the man Money Meech, the streets what they talk about
Said they have 'bout these fifties and fifties and hunnids, see this be that shit I can't talk about
Got the glizzy on me and the XD on me, make you fuck niggas park when I'm on the road
Nigga came up from nothin', my diamonds be bussin'
They sleepin', then say shit they talk about