50 FLO Lyrics

Aye I was just talking to the gang

You feel me

(Talk to em)

We was just chopping it up tho'

Talkin' bout how our money bout to get longer

Bitches finna get badder

Cars gon get faster

Pockets gon get fatter

You feel me

Drip gon get harder

Man nigga, what else?

Told my boy, we going up my boy

No fucking bap, huh

Nigga

Fuck what they saying

We boolin back to back sliding in the

Bentley (No bap)

Stack that paper up yeah we stacking for some centuries ay (Feed the fam)

Gotta watch them niggas close they full of envy

Stab ya in ya back, treat you like ya worst enemy nigga

Nah we aint cool we aint frenemies nigga (We ain't frenemies nigga)

Mean we aint bool you a enemy nigga

Fuck the migos where the Hennessy nigga? (Where the Henn)

Missed ya call I'll get right with ya

Missed ya call cause im chasing these figures (Yeah, yeah, yeah)

The Ol' heads ain't teach me shit, had to milk it myself

Ima-

Get it on my own, I aint asking for help

But ima-

Thank the ol' girl only one in my corna'

I gotta

Give her the world cause it feel like I owe her

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Trials and tribulations

Fucked up part bout life

I remember

Rolling the dice, boy don't gamble ya life

Nigga

And ima still flex on nem niggas that be acting so shady

We just getting plays in motion, boy I feel like i'm Brady

This beat so brazy

Boy don't come around acting so crazy

Aint tryna kick it if you acting so lazy

Gotta give my girl the world cause I swear she my baby

Riding round in her Benz, five percent

In a all white Mercedes

And I'm too bool for all that flawgin' and shit

Im really living, yeah my life aint a skit

That fast money like a dream

It feel crazy when its coming so quick

You better play ya cards right

Cause they a play ya out ya life so swift

Aye we really having motion nigga

And we ain't just talking bout it

We getting to it nigga

Feel me

Riding foreign cars

Couple foreign broads

You know we make this shit look easy nigga

No bap

We boolin back to back sliding in the

Bentley (Big Bentley)

Stack that paper up, yeah we stacking for some centuries ay (No bap)

Gotta watch them niggas close they full of envy (Gotta watch them niggas)

Stab ya in ya back, treat you like ya worst enemy nigga

Nah we aint cool we aint frenemies nigga (We aint frenemies nigga)

Mean we aint bool, you a enemy nigga

Fuck the migos where the Hennessy nigga? (Where the hen)

Missed ya call I'll get right with ya

Missed ya call cause im chasing these figures (Yeah, yeah, yeah)