Flex

Woah
Mmh
Woah, woah
Woah
We getting bread (We getting bread), cash in the bank (Cash in the bank)
We getting bread (We getting bread), cash in the bank (Cash in the bank)
We getting bread (We getting bread), cash in the bank (Cash in the bank)
We getting bread (We getting bread), cash in the bank
Cash in the bank (cash in the bank)

Audemar Piguet
Got the gold on my neck
All my niggas know I got it, I ain't even got to flex
Real westside baby
C.H.S, what I rep
Niggas ain't moving right, so I shoot em wit my left (Grr, bah, bah)
Earned stripes got a tech
That's a bullet to his neck
And a point to my set
Niggas up we the best
She wanna roll wit' a gangsta'
But she don't just got all the bread just to flex (Bow)
We coming up and they hate us
That's how it be when they know that you next
She wanna fuck on the gang, uhh
But we don't fuck wit' her because she a threat (Because she a threat)
We getting money and paper we finna spend 80k that's a bet (That's a bet)
That's how you know when you gang, uhh, cause we get money and then we go flex (And Then we go flex)

We gonna flex, we gonna spend it and get to that check
You totin' on poles but it's all for the net (Cap)
Running up bands and my pockets get fatter
You is a bitch boy bet stop all that chatter (Bitch)
I'm gonna flex with my gangstas
G Fazos and Louis that's all on my fit
Ballin' I might break your ankles
Fulfilling my goals and I'm checking my list (For real)
You flashing that blick but you ain't gonna shoot (Grr, bah, bah)
We both know you a bitch boy and that is the truth
Trapping and moving you say that you do
You only move when opps give you the boot (Bah)
You's a fake banger, a phony, a narc
The feds intervening you giving 'em sparks
He really not 'bout it, boy he is just bark
He won't get up wit' me, boy please do not start (Bitch)
Banger (Banger)
Faker (Faker)
Poser (Poser)
Lamer (Lamer)
Totin' a banger (Hurr)
Steppa' (Bow, bow)
Flexer (Bow)
We gonna' catch ya'

Audemar Piguet
Got the gold on my neck
All my niggas know I got it, I ain't even got to flex
Real westside baby
C.H.S, what I rep (CHS, what I rep)
Niggas ain't moving right, so I shoot em with my left
Earned stripes got a tech
That's a bullet to his neck (Bow, bow, grr, bow)
And a point to my set
Niggas up we the best
She wanna roll wit' a gangsta'
But she don't got all the bread just to flex
We coming up and they hate us
That's how it be when they know that you next (Bitch!)
She wanna fuck on the gang, uhh
But we don't fuck wit' her because she a threat (Because she a threat)
We getting money and paper we finna spend 80k that's a bet (That's a bet)
That's how you know when you gang, uhh, cause we get money and then we go flex (And then we go flex, bitch)