LUCKI - Dolla Flip lyrics
LUCKI [Lucki Camel Jr.] Chicago, Illinois. U.S. 🇺🇸
[LUCKI - Dolla Flip lyrics]
Ain't no world for a big heart, copy
You see that I see that we live in it
Ay, ay, ay, AMG
Fuckin' with them niggas, can't make
A dolla flip, AMG, AMG, ay
Ask 'em where the niggas that
I started with, ay, uh, copy
Panoramic roof, I see the tower tip
You fuckin' 'round with niggas
Can't make a dolla flip
SRT, hemi boy so I'ma dodge the bitch
Trendy hoe, see a wave
They gon' follow ship
I'm a P, silly hoe just make my collar flip
Who with me? This them niggas
That I had started with
Been had money, I was hungry
Never starvin' bitch
Damn honey, we chuck B's
So y'all flock to this
Blood money, red lean for my dollars bitch
Spoil that hoe, friends jealous
And her followership
MOB, this forever, this like Pac ribs
Turbo me
I'ma lеave 'em like that bronco did
I hatе making friends on that rap shit
My one and only peer is Michael Jackson
My lil' bitch she keep it
Real and she plastic
Big bro say he got a seal, it ain't plastic
Love my city
But you get killed over a caption
Or a feature
Can't make friends on that rap shit
I don't got no troops, they my brothers boo
Say you opps on me, ain't no tints
This bitch so fast that it's bulletproof
Back on xans
You gotta remind me so who is you?
Ay, why won't you, why won't you?
Ay, love me for my pockets and
Send me on my way but I'm playing office
I'm cooking up the play
She so into talking
I can't hear what she say
In a label office, can't even stay away
Why won't you, ay
Ay, love me for my pockets and
Send me on my way
Love me for my pockets and send me on my way
Why do you
Love me for my pockets and send me on my way
Ay, why won't you
Love me for my pockets and send me on my way
Why do you love me for my pockets
And send me on my way?
You see that I see that we live in it
Ay, ay, ay, AMG
Fuckin' with them niggas, can't make
A dolla flip, AMG, AMG, ay
Ask 'em where the niggas that
I started with, ay, uh, copy
Panoramic roof, I see the tower tip
You fuckin' 'round with niggas
Can't make a dolla flip
SRT, hemi boy so I'ma dodge the bitch
Trendy hoe, see a wave
They gon' follow ship
I'm a P, silly hoe just make my collar flip
Who with me? This them niggas
That I had started with
Been had money, I was hungry
Never starvin' bitch
Damn honey, we chuck B's
So y'all flock to this
Blood money, red lean for my dollars bitch
Spoil that hoe, friends jealous
And her followership
MOB, this forever, this like Pac ribs
Turbo me
I'ma lеave 'em like that bronco did
I hatе making friends on that rap shit
My one and only peer is Michael Jackson
My lil' bitch she keep it
Real and she plastic
Big bro say he got a seal, it ain't plastic
Love my city
But you get killed over a caption
Or a feature
Can't make friends on that rap shit
I don't got no troops, they my brothers boo
Say you opps on me, ain't no tints
This bitch so fast that it's bulletproof
Back on xans
You gotta remind me so who is you?
Ay, why won't you, why won't you?
Ay, love me for my pockets and
Send me on my way but I'm playing office
I'm cooking up the play
She so into talking
I can't hear what she say
In a label office, can't even stay away
Why won't you, ay
Ay, love me for my pockets and
Send me on my way
Love me for my pockets and send me on my way
Why do you
Love me for my pockets and send me on my way
Ay, why won't you
Love me for my pockets and send me on my way
Why do you love me for my pockets
And send me on my way?