I’m Gabby Douglas on a big wheel nigga 
Fuck Is you talkin’ bout? 
… Aaaand I don’t have my charger

(Build:) 
Cocaine, don’t know where I’d be without the 
Dope game, I still leave my t-shirts with my 
Old thang, and I ain’t splitting shit I need the 
Whole thang, whole thang! whole thang!

(Pre Verse:) 
They can’t kick On my hunnit block 
Stop selling weed to the undy cop 
I could sell the seeds to a money stock 
And I bet could sell It back right when the money drop 
Betch can’t betch can't

(Hook:) 
Flip how I flip 
Flip how I flip your be can't 
Flip how I flip 
Flip how I flip your weed can’t 
Flip how I flip 
Flip how I flip no we can't 
Flip how I flip 
Flip how I flip

(Verse:) 
Said I ain’t fuckin with that bitch cuz she a user/ (you’s a fucking user) 
He got money uh? what the fuck they want me fuh? 
She don’t love me, uh. She just know I’m coming up! 
I still let her flip my numbers cuz It’s Rummikub 
Shout my lil bitch in the bay, wait, shout my lil bitch in the state, yeah 
Down by the river to *bang lil bay*, I still ain’t visit a *bank de bank* 
I shotput a tick in the tick to bang the lane and lane switch 
Trampoline the-rang flip, I changed the name to Cambridge

(Pre Chorus:)
(Fuck outta here) thumbing thru the bands
Found out I was cheating now she running to my mans
Second time this month that youngins running thru of strands
I should make a play for what them numbers jumping thru my hands your b can’t

(Hook:)
Flip how I flip
Flip how I flip your b can't
Flip how I flip
Flip how I flip your weed can’t
Flip how I flip
Flip how I flip no we can't
Flip how I flip
Flip how I flip

(Verse:)
This that shit that got my rebound shorty cursing out my dip
This that hit play it may get that mixtape stolen out my whip
I make flips
Then I dip
Ice stay swollen off my wrist
I’m still Midas how my shot Is, It’s still golden when I brick
Take my pic
Treat my CT like the ambulance
I feed the needles, bleeders, sweetener It like insulin
Betcha dat number do double the budget that’s coming thru
I’m not them niggas you run into I went from
Lunchables, crustables, Jumping A Bus Or, To
Pulling whips out like Ms. Trunchbull, shoving thru
Cocaine, don’t know where I’d be without the
Dope game, I still leave my t-shirts with my
Old thang, and I ain’t splitting shit I need the
Whole thang, whole thang! whole thang!

(Pre Chorus:)
(Fuck outta here) thumbing thru the bands
Found out I was cheating now she running to my mans
Second time this month that youngins running thru of strands
I should make a play for what them numbers jumping thru my hands your b can’t

(Hook:)
Flip how I flip
Flip how I flip your b can't
Flip how I flip
Flip how I flip your weed can’t
Flip how I flip
Flip how I flip no we can't
Flip how I flip
Flip how I flip