E-40, Stresmatic, Choose Up Cheese, Cousin Fik - We Flip lyrics

We can turn two into four, four in to eight
Eight into sixteen
The money make ‘em sick…we flip
We can turn two into four, four in to eight
Eight into sixteen
The money make ‘em sick…we flip we flip

I can eyeball the product
And give an estimate (estimate)
Before I cop the narcotics
I let a fiend test it
Pockets pregnant looking like
Some saggy titties (saggy titties)
Pistol in my waist, back there by my kidneys
(by my kidneys)
Nickels and pennies I used to chase
Used to be piss poor (piss poor)
The laughing stock but not
No mothafuckin more (not no more)
Bought a Bentley from Los Gatos
Got the best prices no more drunk classes
Finally gave me back my license
(your license?) i’m a goon with the spoon I
Make it do what it do
The dude that taught me how to cook
(what's his name?) his name was Raul
Raul was my ese, love me to death
Raul is the neighborhood chef
Six times two don’t have a clue on
How I move and I wiggle, see
(move and I wiggle see)
One thing about me, I ain’t bootsie
They’ll break in your whip and
Steal your backpack and dip
(backpack and dip)
They plottin’ and plannin’ on how
To make the money flip (make the money flip)

We can turn two into four, four in to eight
Eight into sixteen
The money make ‘em sick…we flip
We can turn two into four, four in to eight
Eight into sixteen
The money make ‘em sick…we flip we flip

It’s Cousin Fik
Look, I turned a deuce into a quarter
Man I know you can count
What you mean what I want for
‘em? You know the amount
You say my prices high, that’s fine
You know you can bounce
If you my mans and I know you solid
I might throw you an ounce
But, you ain’t gonna get it off or
Get no dough on the couch
You gotta network on the phone get
Dressed and get out the house
If you get pressed by them people
Tell 'em "figure it out"
Keep what you know in your brain
Don’t let that shit out your mouth
‘Cause this a serious game we playin’
So you better wear your cletes
The rollers more street smart than
The niggas in the streets
That’s why my game stays sharpy
Like a permanent marker
Creepin’ like a spider man
But, I’m not Peter Parker
My bubble came from struggle
You niggas don’t know the half
Greenhouse got me ballin’ in Dallas
Just like the Mavs
When haters say "I'm trippin’" my
Nigga I just laugh
We can get some money my nigga
I did the math

We can turn two into four, four in to eight
Eight into sixteen
The money make ‘em sick…we flip
We can turn two into four, four in to eight
Eight into sixteen
The money make ‘em sick…we flip we flip

Dropped twenty-five K on a wristwatch
I be playin’ with them birds
Alfred Hitchcock
And you know I got that rocket, no Rick Rock
Creepin’ on a milly, hundred K is a pit'stop
Hundred racks, ten belts, do the math ho
I’m a hustla from the womb to a tagged toe
I swear, I can get you anything you ask for
Burned ten bands without fuckin’
Up my cashflow
Flip work, count stacks like the BandGang
Choose Up Cheese state to state
Like a campaign thirty for the brick
Seventeen for the half thang
All I talk is money nigga
All I spit is cash game
Make it double, make it triple
Make it last forever
Every day that I wake up
I’m on a cash endeavor
Brand new elevens, black and red
Patent leathers they call me Cheese
‘cause a nigga known for stackin’ cheddar

We can turn two into four, four in to eight
Eight into sixteen
The money make ‘em sick…we flip
We can turn two into four, four in to eight
Eight into sixteen
The money make ‘em sick…we flip we flip