I Be
I be
Flexing
Getting checks
I be
Stunting
On my ex
Count it
Up
That's ya rent
Count it
Up
That's a
Check
Fire red Jordan 5s
Hit you with the knives
Bitches smoking Russian cream
Roll it up in a dream
Hit you with this beam
Now you can't see
Magazine like a tree
Want a feature there's a fee
You can't stop me
Let me slow it down
I'm the king need a crown
Don't come to my town
Hit you with a blast
Coming up fast
I used to be a outcast
Now I'm Counting up stacks
Making all these racks
Sharp like tacks
Because
I be
Flexing
Getting checks
I be
Stunting
On my ex
Count it
Up
That's ya rent
Count it
Up
That's a
Check
What's the hold
Niggas fold
Want all the gold
No Robin Hood
Messing up my mood
What's new
Very few
1200 that's my crew
Why you buggin
I don't do hugging
Stop tugging
No loving
I be dubbing
Don't do clubbing
I don't even try
Don't be dry
Popping like a fry
Can't see the time
I'm drippy like slime
Green like a lime
P.R. That's my flag
Check the bag I don't even gotta brag
Killed this beat
Cause I got the heat
I'm the best
No rest
Passed the test
Leave you in the dust
I can't trust
You gonna bust
Gonna put plaques on my wall
I can't stall
No more waiting in the hall
Because I be flexing getting checks
I be
Flexing
Getting checks
I be
Stunting
On my ex
Count it
Up
That's ya rent
Count it
Up
That's a
Checks
Flexing
Getting checks
I be
Stunting
On my ex
Count it
Up
That's ya rent
Count it
Up
That's a
Check
Fire red Jordan 5s
Hit you with the knives
Bitches smoking Russian cream
Roll it up in a dream
Hit you with this beam
Now you can't see
Magazine like a tree
Want a feature there's a fee
You can't stop me
Let me slow it down
I'm the king need a crown
Don't come to my town
Hit you with a blast
Coming up fast
I used to be a outcast
Now I'm Counting up stacks
Making all these racks
Sharp like tacks
Because
I be
Flexing
Getting checks
I be
Stunting
On my ex
Count it
Up
That's ya rent
Count it
Up
That's a
Check
What's the hold
Niggas fold
Want all the gold
No Robin Hood
Messing up my mood
What's new
Very few
1200 that's my crew
Why you buggin
I don't do hugging
Stop tugging
No loving
I be dubbing
Don't do clubbing
I don't even try
Don't be dry
Popping like a fry
Can't see the time
I'm drippy like slime
Green like a lime
P.R. That's my flag
Check the bag I don't even gotta brag
Killed this beat
Cause I got the heat
I'm the best
No rest
Passed the test
Leave you in the dust
I can't trust
You gonna bust
Gonna put plaques on my wall
I can't stall
No more waiting in the hall
Because I be flexing getting checks
I be
Flexing
Getting checks
I be
Stunting
On my ex
Count it
Up
That's ya rent
Count it
Up
That's a
Checks
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Writer(s): Michael Leiby Jr
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