Flip, flip, got Gucci lipstick
I never had a bitch that hang out with the rich kids
She 'bout her business, I'm doin' big shit
I never thought that I'd be fuckin' with a rich bitch
I go down on her body in the mornin'
Hit it from the back, I'm doin' 50 in a foreign
Buss down and Fendi, designer drippin' no Ralph Lauren
You was my shawty but now I'm playin', I'm ignorin'
Like fuck you thinkin'?
I'ma pull up for the weekend (skrr, skrr)
With my gang, we be geekin'
Why you so conceited?
We gon' fuck till we seasick
Red bottoms on her feet and they bleedin'
Flip, flip (flip, flip), got Gucci lipstick (lipstick)
I never had a bitch that hang out with the rich kids
She 'bout her business, I'm doin' big shit
I never thought that I'd be fuckin' with a rich bitch
Flip, flip, got Gucci lipstick (lipstick)
I never had a bitch that hang out with the rich kids
She 'bout her business, I'm doin' big shit
I never thought that I'd be fuckin' with a rich bitch
I'ma ball out, no limit (uh-uh)
Designer addiction (yeah)
She ain't called in a minute
I can't stop for no bitches (uh-uh)
Ran up all of them digits (yeah)
Drip you down, give you kisses
Change your main name into "Mrs."
I can't change for the riches (ayy)
Drip, drip, I got Gucci fists, bitch (yeah)
Dior on my pants and plus my toes
It cost me six bricks (drip, drip, six bricks)
We wasn't rich kids but now we on some rich shit
Behind my name, my brother slide just like a ripstick (yeah)
Flip, flip (flip, flip), got Gucci lipstick (lipstick)
I never had a bitch that hang out with the rich kids
She 'bout her business, I'm doin' big shit
I never thought that I'd be fuckin' with a rich bitch
Flip, flip, got Gucci lipstick (lipstick)
I never had a bitch that hang out with the rich kids
She 'bout her business, I'm doin' big shit
I never thought that I'd be fuckin' with a rich bitch
I never thought that I'd be fuckin' with a rich bitch (yeah)
I never thought that I'd be fuckin' with a rich bitch