Flex Up
A$AP Ferg, Rich the Kid, Jay Critch
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(TheLabCook) I got three bad bitches tryna go whichever way (what?) Too much money, I can't count it, that's the Rich Forever way (whoa) They wanna copy the wave (yeah), they wanna copy the style too I done made 'em go dat way, bougie bitch acting brand new (bitch) Flex up (flex up), racks up (what?) Money long, I got extras (beep) Check up (check up), flex up (ayy) (flex) Blue cheese, no ketchup (rich) Ayy (hey) Too many chains like Django I be walking with the bars (racks), a nigga walkin' with a bankroll (yeah) She just came over to f*ck (wha), but that really is my bae, though Got the cheese on me (racks), young nigga got the queso (hey) And my brody got it tucked, ridin' 'round with a 'K though Niggas ain't getting no money I get it, I throw it, I spread it like Play-Doh (racks) These bitches broke and they bummy so f*ck 'em I swear I can't f*ck with no lame ho (hey) Had to go get me some money I hit me a jugg, skrrt off in a Range Rove' (hey) Whoa, diamonds on me cold (froze) I swear I was just by that stove (whoa) Niggas talkin' but they broke (broke) Now I got three bad bitches for the night (for the night) I was dead broke hittin' licks, I had to get right I got three bad bitches tryna go whichever way (what?) Too much money, I can't count it, that's the Rich Forever way (whoa) They wanna copy the wave (yeah), they wanna copy the style too I done made 'em go dat way, bougie bitch acting brand new (bitch) Flex up (flex up), racks up (what?) Money long, I got extras (beep) Check up (check up), flex up (ayy) (flex) Blue cheese, no ketchup (rich) Diamonds on me dancing so perfect (yeah) All these clowns in the club like a circus (that's right) Goddamn, her body lookin' so perfect (yeah, alright) She must've got it done India She threw that gut, don't hurt me (yeah) Oh, oh, no, no (right) With the little ass waist, she working Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah Look at my ring, it's so frozen And my teeth got the glow too (yeah) Ain't gotta do what's your boo So bae got too close, ooh I love the way she throw back and put it in her throat too Said she was a singer so I guess it's good for her vocals I got three bad bitches tryna go whichever way (what?) Too much money, I can't count it, that's the Rich Forever way (whoa) They wanna copy the wave (yeah), they wanna copy the style too I done made 'em go dat way, bougie bitch acting brand new (bitch) Flex up (flex up), racks up (what?) Money long, I got extras (beep) Check up (check up), flex up (ayy) (flex) Blue cheese, no ketchup (rich)
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Written by: Dimitri Leslie Roger, Jason Critchlow, Darold Durard Ferguson
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