Flip Ya

Intro

[Verse 1: Action Bronson]

Live

Stare in the mirror I'm a changed man

Never, I'm just executing my game plan

Shit, I'm crunching numbers just like a rain man

And got the gray Lamb, interior was beige sand

I snap the button on the driving gloves

Pointy shoe like Aladdin on the flyin rug

I probably die from drugs or while I'm fucking

Fuck it, as long as she suck dick

You see me with a bitch like Vanna White at the benefit for battered wives

Lightly battered yam, a squeeze of lemon over lamb

Staring at the crescent while I'm laying on my back

Smokin' drug, you know the potent one

Put a half ounce of the crystal in the asshole of a shih tzu

Twist your bitch too, like Brazilian jujitsu

When I marry, cop a shower room that shits two

Sell your pussy if I called and had my chips, boo

It's Bam Bam and I'm feeling like my time is here, to take the world over

Sit A.C. Slater style on your girl's shoulder, then have a cold soda

If you ain't with me roll over

[Verse 2: Retchy P (Retch)]

My mind marinate in drug sauce

The private driver's name is Gustaf

The cuff links is like a slut's cough

So disgusting, english muffin

With the butter at the Yiddish luncheon

With my pimpish cousin

He sport the slick-back clean

And I inquired howd he get that

Paused and said a bitch is a bitch

I twist the spliff while I sit in the six

The classic LO sweaters sit on the prince

Thumbs in the belt loop, as i pose for the pic

My boyish element, I blessed your residence with elegance

Turning entire rooms into elephants

Stepped in the building

The doorman resemble Marcus Garvey

Ferrari cake at the party

Wheeled in by Steve Harvey

He had the freshest line in the building

He stunted on mine, it was my party

And he tarnished my shine  got mad and had him escorted out

"Vincent, get 'im outta my sight"

And Missy Elliot had started a fight

Busta Rhymes was on a molly

From afar you thought it was Kane, but it was Body

Catch a chokeslam if you try to try me

Monday night catch me wilin' at the bingo house

Just left the dog show, you know I brought Ringo out

He won a ribbon, brandished it on the side of his coat

I went outside and I was offered a smoke, I declined politely

I rock the Jordan sole that's kinda icy

My drug of choice you know is kinda pricey

Niggah