Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip (Hahahahaha)(wooo)

Game Over, Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, yeah

Game Over, (yeah, the remix)

The remix, the remix, the remix

Clover geeeeees in the building (game over), (fo sho, fo sho, fo sho)

We got G-unit it the building (game over), (fo sho, fo sho, fo sho,)

UGK in the building (game over), (fo sho, fo sho, fo sho)

It's Lil' Flip, Young Buck and Bun B holla at em'

My Chain hanging twenty fo's on my escalde and…

I Smoke so much a lot of people might think I'm a jamacian

I know just where to take em' straight to the dirty dirty

Where Bun come from, and Lil' Flip flip them birdie birdies

Me and Banks Bank heading out in ATL

50 riding with me blowing sticky down in cashville

We keep the club crunk ya'll know how we do it

Now let me see you stomp (stomp) in your G-units

They say I'm dressed like a thug, they won't let me in

Security better move or get up on my level then

The hood in here, where they at, (here we go buck)

Now let's buy the bar and drink till we throw up

(Now who they want?) Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip (game over) Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip

(Now who they want?) Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip (game over) Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip

(Now who they want?) Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip (game over) Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip

(Now who they want?) Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip, Flip (game over)

Lil' Flip is in the building, oh boy (oh boy)

Ah s**t I had to do a remix

I got a thousand dollar shirt, plus three hundred dollar kicks

I know you mad cause your gal love my voice (ooooooo)

I know you mad I'm on the cover of the source (nooooooo)

I take fifteen minutes to drop a track boy

You ain't know I got Houston tatted on my back boy

I be in Philly with "Beans", I be with "50" in queens

I be in Houston with Bun, I keep a gun

From the crack game, to the rap game

But my main goal is to try to stack change

I'm number one on the charts you at the bottom boy

Cause if you drop when I drop, it's a problem boy

I got kicks for days, I move bricks and haze

I'm big pimping like "Jay" we choppin' blades

And clover gees on top of my chain

When I die put a crown on top of my name, holla

(now who they want)

(Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh) (now who they want)

It's the king of the underground, the king of the thrill

In that candy Cadillac with pinky ring on the wheel

Diamonds against the wood, southern side stunting

And it's nothing for Bun B to come down on them bustas

I saw your rims fool, the spinners but they not dammit

See that's that half ass hustling, let's not have it

You wanna ball with the best, just go ball with the rest

Got more TV's in my car then best buy

You can just cry, your crew or a takeover

My nine' will give you a new grill like extreme makeover

Do this P**p C, come home we move the fake over

To lame over, and it's the same cause the… game (over)