Flashy (feat. Luney Ray)
Flipped a quarter to a half P
Ran off on the plug he tried to tax me
I got it out the mud that's why I'm flashy
Run that sack down like a athlete
My wonder why I don't hit her, I'm in the trap all day
Don't call my phone, I'm making plays
Bitch I have my way, they in the way
I'm that nigga, ask ya bitch, see what she say
Bought a Rollie for all the time I wasted
Head hard, ain't have no patience
Fuck broads, I don't date 'em
I'm sorry, ain't no relations
I ball, up like the attic, young nigga came from the basement
If its war then say it
Get clapped like graduations
In the hood like a motor
More drive than a Focus
Got no time to lounge, throwing pounds in the sofa
Legs on my shoulder, beat that pussy like it owe me
Put forty on her closure, hold my pack get a bonus
Niggas on that sad shit, that mad shit
Keep it rap my nigga, you not a savage
Get a bag quick, then I flash it
'Cause I remember all them nights I ain't have shit
Flipped a quarter to a half P
Ran off on the plug he tried to tax me
I got it out the mud that's why I'm flashy
Run that sack down like a athlete
My wonder why I don't hit her, I'm in the trap all day
Don't call my phone, I'm making plays
Bitch I have my way, they in the way
I'm that nigga, ask ya bitch, see what she say
Fuck what they say, I was down by my lonely
I blame these bitches, 'fore these niggas, ain't know me
And I ain't got no time to waste so they say I'm phony
But I ain't never been a fake, these niggas wanna clone me
Catch a flight to LA just to gas up
Lot of niggas stay away, they past up
Lot of niggas got goals just to pass us
Every time they see we up, it make 'em mad as fuck
Team too cold, we can match up
I was down and out, now I'm back in with my bag up
Get that backend just to flip it, had to stack up
I know she gon' take my soul 'cause my racks up
Flipped a quarter to a half P
Ran off on the plug he tried to tax me
I got it out the mud that's why I'm flashy
Run that sack down like a athlete
My wonder why I don't hit her, I'm in the trap all day
Don't call my phone, I'm making plays
Bitch I have my way, they in the way
I'm that nigga, ask ya bitch, see what she say
Ran off on the plug he tried to tax me
I got it out the mud that's why I'm flashy
Run that sack down like a athlete
My wonder why I don't hit her, I'm in the trap all day
Don't call my phone, I'm making plays
Bitch I have my way, they in the way
I'm that nigga, ask ya bitch, see what she say
Bought a Rollie for all the time I wasted
Head hard, ain't have no patience
Fuck broads, I don't date 'em
I'm sorry, ain't no relations
I ball, up like the attic, young nigga came from the basement
If its war then say it
Get clapped like graduations
In the hood like a motor
More drive than a Focus
Got no time to lounge, throwing pounds in the sofa
Legs on my shoulder, beat that pussy like it owe me
Put forty on her closure, hold my pack get a bonus
Niggas on that sad shit, that mad shit
Keep it rap my nigga, you not a savage
Get a bag quick, then I flash it
'Cause I remember all them nights I ain't have shit
Flipped a quarter to a half P
Ran off on the plug he tried to tax me
I got it out the mud that's why I'm flashy
Run that sack down like a athlete
My wonder why I don't hit her, I'm in the trap all day
Don't call my phone, I'm making plays
Bitch I have my way, they in the way
I'm that nigga, ask ya bitch, see what she say
Fuck what they say, I was down by my lonely
I blame these bitches, 'fore these niggas, ain't know me
And I ain't got no time to waste so they say I'm phony
But I ain't never been a fake, these niggas wanna clone me
Catch a flight to LA just to gas up
Lot of niggas stay away, they past up
Lot of niggas got goals just to pass us
Every time they see we up, it make 'em mad as fuck
Team too cold, we can match up
I was down and out, now I'm back in with my bag up
Get that backend just to flip it, had to stack up
I know she gon' take my soul 'cause my racks up
Flipped a quarter to a half P
Ran off on the plug he tried to tax me
I got it out the mud that's why I'm flashy
Run that sack down like a athlete
My wonder why I don't hit her, I'm in the trap all day
Don't call my phone, I'm making plays
Bitch I have my way, they in the way
I'm that nigga, ask ya bitch, see what she say
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Writer(s): Orlando Smith
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