Flexin

Yeah, yeah
No, no, no
Yeah, yeah
Uh

God damn I be flexin' on these niggas all the time
Even though I ain't got money, so I couldn't give a dime
If you think that you the baddest, better check yourself, you lyin'
'Cause I'll murder your career, no I won't even be trying
Fuck a hater if he hating, bet he still waiting in line
For them jordans, 'cause without 'em no one cares if he ain't fine
Blowing money on a honey, when she snitch you doing time
When she can't get in your bank account she tryna get in mine
I ain't worried 'bout the women 'cause I'm focused on the grind
Till obama and his children playin' my shit on rewind
I'm just sayin', if you hate me it's too late, I'm in your mind
And your shawty loves my music, so I hope that you don't mind

No no no no



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Writer(s): Quincy Gefferie
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