Lyrics:
occupied like tenants
Pockets on Popeye flexing with the spinach
Bitch I'm getting money, HOW?
Bitch im getting money like Greenwich
Foreign cashed out, all
My doors go that way, my doors go that way
Na my doors really just be on some regular shit, some regular shit
Yah yah
These niggas be flexing, these
you just hate while I flex on you
I'm flexing on you flexing on you
Flexing on you flexing on you
Let off a shot like I ain't the center of attention
at the mirror I'm flexing
Black nigga big head he handsome "yea"
Yea im so handsome check it
Post it on my dm they texting "bitch"
Looking at the mirror I'm
She be dripping/ she be flexing
She be winning/ exes stressing
She be/ she be dripping
She be flexing yeah
She be winning/ exes stressing
I can
her back to eat some Moes
Bring her to FootLocker
Get her something for them toes
Taking off her clothes I'm vibing
D'Queen for her throat
I'm flexing
I've been moving I've been flexing since the nights yeah
Tryna chase the money cause it's been on sight
Tryna see the stars so fucking flick
Niggas be snitching on the backend
They be telling on the front and the backend
One call that’s all I get the facts in
Why you lying boy flexing wit
(Chorus)
Big red Chevy with the lift kit
24's riding with the big lips
Every time I smile that’s a big drip
Flexing when I drive need a fit bit
love you bitch I only love the sex
Was talking crazy so we put his ass to rest
And shoutout distro I just got another check
This my flexing talk
Hella
Shawty I been always with the same gang
Fuckin' with the same clan
Flexing with my chain it's gold
Shawty I been always with the main man
Ducking all
What they say life is tragic well I might as
Well not have it
I cannot be causing havoc
Bitch you crazy I done had it
Flexing pussy I done had it
Broke Niggas
I can't fuck with them
You a hoe nigga
Flexing with your homie shit
Nigga you a no nigga
I don't want no bummy dick
Yuck make me choke
Always flexing tell me what you mean oh
Making money that's all we know
Hop up in my car baby I just wanna go
I just wanna go baby I just wanna go
distro I just got another check
This my flexing talk
Hella money in my pants baby this that flexing walk
Talking bout these bodies in these songs bitch we
this all alone
Now I'm flexing what I own
Yeah I'm shining like gold
They say I'mma make it
I'm like "I already know"
I'm always Die Alone
Fake friends
Just hand me a crowbar I'll show you mechanic
When we hit the road dog these rappers they flap and they panic
I'm flexing with clothes dog, a nigga
I have been through a lot don't stress me
I just wanna keep on flexing
I don't want no more stressing yeah yeah yeah baby girl
Sometimes i smile
I don't like these fucking rappers
That fake the flexing
Talking like they got some bands
Bro that's yo daddy's checkings
Acting like they're from
Flexing got you
Feeling on my jacket yeh
You like man on road but I got money yeh
So much that it’s weighing down my pockets yeh
But you ain’t
always flexed up
Walked up in da place and now I'm flexing like a wrestler
I ain't really want her so I got caught being flexed up
Don't try me cuz I can
Rest in peace to all my exes
Girl I know you're flexing
You ain't on my mind, ayy, yeah (Mind)
Best believe there's an exceptions
You are in my
Me flexing every morning
Me chilling every night
Me flexing every night
Me chilling with my gang
Me flexing every morning
Me chilling every night
Me
Flexing and finessing all my energy
If you ain't bout cash you ain't bout shit to me
I drop the top now I'm feeling the breeze
Flexing and finessing
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