Flex Up (Bonus Track)

Ain't got time to worry about the past

You gotta flex up
They all love to chat about me I'm just focused on a check
Had to flex up
Flex up
Flex up
Flex up
Flex up

I was down bad and so alone and you ain't show me love
Now I got racks and I'm coming home me and gang pulling up in trucks

Now you wanna kick it but you know you can't
Sorry you're out of luck
Why you on my dick looking like a clown and you know you talk too much

(And you talk to much
And you talk too much
Talk too much
And you talk too much
Talk too much
And you talk too much
Talk too much)
It'd be better if you just hush
(Talk too)

Ran up all these racks
But I'm not moving fast
Foreign lil bitch and you know she bad
Why my ex bitch wanna copy my swag
Finally got rich and she know I'm that
Pull up on your hoe tell her flip that sack
Yeah that's my man chillin in the back
If you want smoke we can do that then
Only got brothers I don't want no friends
Imma be this way until it ends

Walk inside the club and I'm throwing all tens
Walk inside the club and im throwing all tens
Walk inside the club and im throwing all tens
Walk inside the club and im throwing all tens