[Hook: Rick Ross] (X2) Flip that bitch a few times, flip that bitch a few times Mama always said Flip that bitch a few times, got a brick in the trunk You know Igotta get mine Mama always said Flip that bitch a few times
(Verse 1) Never gonna sleep, never gonna fall, always on top, never gonna crawl Keep it in moving, never on pause, picture perfect, never a flaw Never afraid, Glock at my draw, making them racks, flipping them cards Wherever yet, I stay at the bar, mafia niggers, still in the jar Make it rain, pop a champaigne, give me the money, fuck all the fame I be the nigger you love and hate when you're serious in front of them saying my name Know you're the bitch, she giving me brain, back at the bus, back at the rain Back at my crib, back at it again, but soon as I nut, she leaving my place (Ho)
[Hook: Rick Ross] (X3)
(Verse 2) Selling dope ain't easy, police watching you Niggers don't trust niggers everybody wanna shoot His blood is your blood niggers don't know what to do Always gotta have goons, everything is bullet proof Thinking about your main bitch she could be somewhere telling shit While you're at the club stunting, feds at your residence But you gotta hustle bro, junkies need they medicine Never lose a customer, keep on stacking presidents