Big Flip Papi – Money On The Way lyrics

Verse 1
It’s Okayi got money on the way
Chef it bag it up, yeah we hungry round the way
We do it real right, round the clock all night
That hustles in my blood, can’t get it out my life
G5 whips the color of rose gold
He fly switch, the phantom to the rose
Bezel on the Rollie uh, looking so bold
Back hammer out on homie, guaranteed your son will fold
Oh forgive you me you don’t know?
Whoaaa even Black Rob would say you got to go
No! Big Flip Papi that nigga
Call me Michael Jackson, with a million dollar zipper
Tipper, I fell in love with a stripper
Got money on the way, and she knows that I’m a hit her

Hook
It’s Okay I got money on the way
Cop it off the lot got money on the way
It’s okay I got money on the way
Pop that Ciroc got money on the way
It’s Okay I got money on the way
Money, Money, got money on the way
It’s Okay I got money on the way
Drop them checks, got money on the way

Verse 2
It’s Okay I left the trap to the youngings
They don’t play, steam the Mac if you fronting
Flee dropping checks, and a nigga came from nothing
Key round my neck, go getter, I ain’t stunting
They see my respect, so they know I ain’t bluffing
All them years locked up top, now I’m worth something
Villas, yachts, double shots at the bar
My hitters pop, licking shots at you frauds
And we always got back up, when we fall
Got money on the way, yeah, it’s knocking at my door
Flew to Italy shopped at designer stores
Bought her so many bags she ain’t even want more
I’m living good now, no doubts, so sure
Body bags at money banks, looking like a morgue
She bounce to the beat, ass dropping to the floor
Her money on the way
You make it rain, we make it pour

Hook
It’s Okay I got money on the way
Cop it off the lot got money on the way
It’s okay I got money on the way
Pop that Ciroc got money on the way
It’s Okay I got money on the way
Money, Money, got money on the way
It’s Okay I got money on the way
Drop them checks, got money on the way