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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' (Mornin') Hit it from the back, I'm doin' fifty in a foreign (Foreign) Buss down and Fendi, designer drippin' no Ralph Lauren (Lauren) You was my shawty but now I'm playin', I'm ignorin' (Bitch) 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 'til 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, got no limit (Uh-uh) Letras de cancionesDesigner 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 man, ain't a misses 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 From Letras Mania