Flex
I'm droppin hits, boy aint no stoppin shit
If money on the floor call me up cuz im mopin it
Boy you counterfeit and yo money yeah it's counterfeit
Yo girl got counter sense, boy you dumb you lackin common sense
Money in my pocket yeah it's all profit
Pay me now never later need all my profits
Yo bitch in my dm's pls tell that girl to stop it
Ima block her, I ain't gone cock her, Ima rock her
But she want that DICK
Hold on hold on
Gotta give it to her Sike naw sike naw, now she lookin stupid
Boy you a shame, she hit me up cuz you real useless
Matter of the truth is, that you real stupid
The opposite of me
Ima king, you a groupie you a lame got no game
Do for money not the fame
If I do get famous Mothafucka don't stay up out my lane
On the low Mothafucka I needa catch a plane
Ayye
My city stressing me
These niggas testing me
These bitches stressing me
My bitch ain't calling me ayye
Try to ball on me It's gone get ugly
You dirty and dusty only models touch me ayye
Flex, flex flexing on you niggas
Flex, flex flexing on you bitches
Flex, flex shitting on you bitches
Flex, flex stunting on you niggas
Ahh
Got a little foreign bitch she ain't got no visa or nothing
Best believe when I get cheese boy won't be needy for nothing
Only Speakin facts nigga don't be speaking for nothing
Niggas always cappin see niggas be lying for nothing
These niggas salty it's making them mad
I flex so hard gotta key to the bag
In a few years keys to the jag
Life so hard i ain't never looking back
You fucked Up boy you lookin all sad
Shopping in the malls the fuck is a tag
Dripped down Burberry be the swag
You a lame nigga and you cannot brag
Flex, flex flexing on you niggas
Flex, flex flexing on you bitches
Flex, flex shitting on you bitches
Flex, flex stunting on you niggas
Stunting with my new bitch shitting on my ex too
Bad bitch won't let me fuck nigga but I used to
Blowing models back out shit i'm getting used to
Boy you doing so much boy this shit is so simple
Run up nigga you get popped like a pimple
Make one call cuz I know what they will do
Coming hostile and these niggas will kill you
Going straight to heaven yeah I know where they send you
Flex, flex flexing on you niggas
Flex, flex flexing on you bitches
Flex, flex shitting on you bitches
Flex, flex stunting on you niggas
If money on the floor call me up cuz im mopin it
Boy you counterfeit and yo money yeah it's counterfeit
Yo girl got counter sense, boy you dumb you lackin common sense
Money in my pocket yeah it's all profit
Pay me now never later need all my profits
Yo bitch in my dm's pls tell that girl to stop it
Ima block her, I ain't gone cock her, Ima rock her
But she want that DICK
Hold on hold on
Gotta give it to her Sike naw sike naw, now she lookin stupid
Boy you a shame, she hit me up cuz you real useless
Matter of the truth is, that you real stupid
The opposite of me
Ima king, you a groupie you a lame got no game
Do for money not the fame
If I do get famous Mothafucka don't stay up out my lane
On the low Mothafucka I needa catch a plane
Ayye
My city stressing me
These niggas testing me
These bitches stressing me
My bitch ain't calling me ayye
Try to ball on me It's gone get ugly
You dirty and dusty only models touch me ayye
Flex, flex flexing on you niggas
Flex, flex flexing on you bitches
Flex, flex shitting on you bitches
Flex, flex stunting on you niggas
Ahh
Got a little foreign bitch she ain't got no visa or nothing
Best believe when I get cheese boy won't be needy for nothing
Only Speakin facts nigga don't be speaking for nothing
Niggas always cappin see niggas be lying for nothing
These niggas salty it's making them mad
I flex so hard gotta key to the bag
In a few years keys to the jag
Life so hard i ain't never looking back
You fucked Up boy you lookin all sad
Shopping in the malls the fuck is a tag
Dripped down Burberry be the swag
You a lame nigga and you cannot brag
Flex, flex flexing on you niggas
Flex, flex flexing on you bitches
Flex, flex shitting on you bitches
Flex, flex stunting on you niggas
Stunting with my new bitch shitting on my ex too
Bad bitch won't let me fuck nigga but I used to
Blowing models back out shit i'm getting used to
Boy you doing so much boy this shit is so simple
Run up nigga you get popped like a pimple
Make one call cuz I know what they will do
Coming hostile and these niggas will kill you
Going straight to heaven yeah I know where they send you
Flex, flex flexing on you niggas
Flex, flex flexing on you bitches
Flex, flex shitting on you bitches
Flex, flex stunting on you niggas
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Writer(s): Darrin Haddon
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