Flex, for What

Flex on them, for what? (Flex)
Busy counting up cheese
Thousand dollar thread on me
Designer down on to my feet
Ran it up from what?
Bagged up serving nickel (yeah)
Niggas know I got gas on me
Serve a nigga like I'm Chevron

Momma was a wolf
Alone she raised me
Her struggles made me monstrous
I get money like a doctorate
Rappers overlooked (rappers overlooked)
Never gone be me
As long as I'm getting my check
I ain't worried 'bout hitting no chart list

Foreign cars, I've bought this
Foreign broads, I fuck that
I ain't making no new friends
Niggas broke and out here heartless
I'm still holding my nut sacks
I'm pulling up where it's rough at
I dare a nigga to touch me with the diamonds on my neck

I'm working hard, I got motion
Got my mind on a new Patek
Flying private jets (yea-yea)
My day ones come in next
We ain't fall-off for no fuck shit
She was just in my way
I'm a boss whore, can't boss me
I ain't minimum wage

I get money like monopoly
Couple houses that belong to me
Told my mama, "I ain't falling off"
Just be patient, I'll go get money
We came from ramen noodles, yea (yea-yea)
We came from welfare checks
We came from the bottom
We came from the projects
Diamonds on me, they princess
I treat my main bitch like a princess (like a princess)

Flex on 'em, for what?
Busy counting up cheese
Thousand dollar thread on me
Designer down on to my feet
Ran it up from what?
Bagged up serving a nickel
Niggas know I got gas on me
Serve a nigga like I'm Chevron

Momma was a wolf
Alone she raised me (alone)
Her struggles made me monstrous
I get money like a doctorate
Rappers overlooked (rappers over what?)
Never going be me
As long as I'm getting my check
I ain't worried 'bout hitting no chart list

She said, "Make it make sense" (make sense, make)
All these messages from these bitches
Tryna get some dick
I don't wanna take chances
With my love and my heart, I can't give it up no more
She said, "We don't make sense" (we don't make sense)
'Cause it's too many girls tryna get with you tonight
I don't wanna take chances
With my love and my heart, I can't give it up no more

No more romancing (no more romancing)
No more love passion (no more love passion)
It feels like they all acting
It feels like they got no passion
It feels like I'm loving too hard
I feel like I knew it from the start (I knew it from the start)
I know, I know, yeah, I know
I know, I know, yeah, I know

Flex on them, for what? (Flex)
Busy counting up cheese
Thousand dollar thread on me
Designer down on to my feet
Ran it up, from what?
Bagged up serving a nickel
Niggas know I got gas on me
Serve a nigga like I'm Chevron

Momma was a wolf
Alone she raised me (alone)
Her struggles made me monstrous
I get money like a doctorate
Rappers overlooked (rappers overlooked)
Never going be me
As long as I'm getting my check
I ain't worried 'bout hitting no chart list

Yeah, yeah, I'm getting money
Thousand dollar thread on me
Designer down on to my feet
I'm buzzing, and you think



Credits
Writer(s): Jahn Don, Jean Bien Aime
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