Flashy
I'm so flashy but I'm classy
I was born to spend that shit
I rock designer, I drive foreigns
Im a spoiled little bitch
Don't need no bestie or no friends
These bitches be quick to switch
Why they all hate me in person
See my story and they click (Huh)
Yea, bitch you're a fan
(You're a fan bitch) I'm the boss you
Follow my command (My command bitch) (Huh)
And I'm like damn (I'm like damn bitch)
Like what the fuck is Really in your plans (In your plans)
I said I'm focused on the money just Send me the bag tho
I stuffed the Money in the bottle, I'm sipping on Mad dough
And why you frowning when I'm Winning what bitches is mad foe?
I tell them catch up if you can cause You bitches is mad slow yea (Huh)
Bitch fix ya face, I gotta couple Thousand dollars in my fucking safe
And I don't want a beemer bitch i
Think I want a wraith and ima Croly Baby putting bitches in they place (Huh)
I'm so flashy but still classy
Sending shots but you don't at me Keep it cute for it get nasty
Shit on a bitch that's why she mad at me
Running through beats just like a track meet
Taste good but ain't shit sweet
All that woofing leave her breathless flashy bitches peep the necklace
Keep talking reckless
My niggas come reck shit
Pull up smith and Wesson
Me and my sis shitting on bitches
Ask me where the competition
We grinding this the beginning, CTG being consistent
On the road rag to riches
Don't front yo movie
Pay attention BITCH
I was born to spend that shit
I rock designer, I drive foreigns
Im a spoiled little bitch
Don't need no bestie or no friends
These bitches be quick to switch
Why they all hate me in person
See my story and they click (Huh)
Yea, bitch you're a fan
(You're a fan bitch) I'm the boss you
Follow my command (My command bitch) (Huh)
And I'm like damn (I'm like damn bitch)
Like what the fuck is Really in your plans (In your plans)
I said I'm focused on the money just Send me the bag tho
I stuffed the Money in the bottle, I'm sipping on Mad dough
And why you frowning when I'm Winning what bitches is mad foe?
I tell them catch up if you can cause You bitches is mad slow yea (Huh)
Bitch fix ya face, I gotta couple Thousand dollars in my fucking safe
And I don't want a beemer bitch i
Think I want a wraith and ima Croly Baby putting bitches in they place (Huh)
I'm so flashy but still classy
Sending shots but you don't at me Keep it cute for it get nasty
Shit on a bitch that's why she mad at me
Running through beats just like a track meet
Taste good but ain't shit sweet
All that woofing leave her breathless flashy bitches peep the necklace
Keep talking reckless
My niggas come reck shit
Pull up smith and Wesson
Me and my sis shitting on bitches
Ask me where the competition
We grinding this the beginning, CTG being consistent
On the road rag to riches
Don't front yo movie
Pay attention BITCH
Credits
Writer(s): Tahlasha Griswold
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