Flex

Walk in the buildin', I flex on that boy
I flex on that boy with the bag (Ooh)
Ice on my neck and my mama like:
«Boy, where you get all of that cash?»
I got the bag (Ooh), ice on my wrist
Mama like, «Where you get this?»
I got her sad (Ooh), gave her a brick
Then I gave her a lil' kiss, (Ooh)
Yeah, I rock out in the 6 (6)
But nigga, we fire, we split
I’m takin' your shit, you college kid (Ooh)
We really be poppin' shit (Ooh)
I hit a lick, no kid (Ooh)
I had a lick but no bih (Ooh)
She suck me up like a tick (Ooh)
Damn my weed smell like a pit (Ooh)
He do that talkin', he simp (Ooh)
Damn that bitch got a lil' thick (Ooh)
I told that bitch to come in
I told that bitch to come in
All of these bitches, they mad (Ooh)
All of these niggas, they mad (Ooh)
All of these bitches, they mad (Ooh)
All of these niggas, they mad (Ooh)
I walk in the bank and I laugh (Ooh)
I walk in the bank and I laugh (Ooh)
I walk in the bank and I laugh (Ooh)
Ooh, ooh, walk with a bag (Ooh)
Sad, ooh, sad, ooh, mad (Ooh)
All of these niggas, they mad (Ooh)
All of these niggas, they mad (Ooh)
Walk in the buildin', I flex on that boy
I flex on that boy with the bag (Ooh)
Ice on my neck and my mama like:
«Boy, where you get all of that cash?» (Ayy)
Yeah, who the fuck is you talkin' to, nigga?
The fuck you think this is?
You think 'cause you got a couple dollars you a fuckin' playboy?
Nigga, you ain’t no fuckin' playboy, nigga
You ain’t nothin', nigga
Fuck outta here, Carti
Fuck outta here
Don’t call my phone with that shit, my nigga
Real mad
Nigga, I don’t ever get mad
This nigga trippin'
Is you mad or what?
Is you mad or what?
Girl, that’s bad for us
Say you mad for once
Said she had enough
Girl, that’s bad for us
She came back for once
Yeah it’s probably done
She gon' back that ass
I’m gonna spaz for us
Girl, that’s bad for us
Say you mad for once
Said she had enough
Girl, that’s bad for us
I guess you’re not feelin' me
Not feelin' the energy
Baby girl, we can do plan A
Baby girl, we can do plan B
I walk in that bitch, they playin' my shit
Walk in that bitch, eyes on the kicks
Walk in that bitch, eyes on the fit
I look at your bitch, then blow her a kiss (Mwah, ooh)
I got that deuce in the coupe
Got a white bitch like YesJulz
All of my niggas, they fool
Look at that boy, look at his jewels
All of my niggas, they bool
Louboutins bleed in the booth (Ooh)
These niggas, they lookin' like who? Cash, Cash, Cash
My outfit just made the front page
Hop off the plane, I run to the stage (Yeah, ooh)
Your hoe gettin' laid (Yeah, ayy)
She might come in late
I heard that your nigga Atlanta
I heard that your nigga LA
I heard that your nigga a lame
Might sing on a bitch (Ayy)
Might sing on this shit
Might sing on a bitch
I might just sing on this shit
I might just sing on this shit
I might sing on this shit
I might just sing on this shit