Kredity
Texty
[Verse 1]
Old school Chevy with the tint on it
AMG coupe with rims on it
Balenciaga frames with the lens on it
Designer belt with the fuckin' M on it
I just wanna flex like a big homie
I just wanna check, couple M's on it
I just wanna flex like a big homie
I just wanna check, couple M's on it
[Verse 2]
Iced out Rollie, gold trim on it
Wrist lookin' like  I'ma spit on it
Benz on Benz with the trim on it
Wait, hold up
I'm a hit my mans on it
I just wanna flex like a big homie
I just wanna check, couple M's on it
I just wanna flex like a big homie
I just wanna check, couple M's on it
[Verse 3]
Bitch wanna ride in my spaceship
Got me puttin' in work on the late shift
I been on my grind, flippin' packs to the sauce
Flipping packs to the grind
Like a check flip
I'm hit his ass where it hurt
They keep hittin' my line by the verse
And I got verses on deck, and it work
So I make a prison again, that is personal
[Verse 4]
When I hop out the whip
Sauce and I drip
Bet them pussy ass **** gon' slip
Cuff that bitch
I won't trip, hope his dick don't interfere with y'all's relationship
Pull up, ride solo in the Benz
She want a picture, I'm fuckin' up the lens
In my second heart, I apologize in advance
Hit the pussy, hit like we're better off as friends
[Verse 5]
My pockets got a whole lot of action
My life full of movie, you a extra
My bitch stupid thick, move shit, too legit
That boy, that bro, God bless him
Watch how I apply that pressure
On they ass and I can't let up
That lil' shit you talkin' impressive
I'm a catch a **** like Odell Beckham
[Verse 6]
Wait
I'ma send his ass to the doctor
Wait
I don't really think you want a problem
Wait
I'ma pump ass in designer
Wait
You ain't gettin' money, **** stop it
Wait
I'm tryna bust you down real steady
Ay
I'm tryna fuck you and yo' bestie
Text a ****, 28's on a Chevy
Flexed up 24-7 'cause I'm petty
[Verse 7]
Old school Chevy with the tint on it
AMG coupe with rims on it
Balenciaga frames with the lens on it
Designer belt with the fuckin' M on it
I just wanna flex like a big homie
I just wanna check, couple M's on it
I just wanna flex like a big homie
I just wanna check, couple M's on it
[Verse 8]
Iced out Rollie, gold trim on it
Wrist lookin' like I'ma spit on it
Benz on Benz with the trim on it
Wait, hold up
I'm a hit my mans on it
I just wanna flex like a big homie
I just wanna check, couple M's on it
I just wanna flex like a big homie
I just wanna check, couple M's on it
[Verse 9]
Got a crib so big with a gym in it
Pussy so wet, I'ma swim in it
How you gon' act like I ain't winnin'
Shorty head so good, gimme ten minutes
Neck so cold like Minnesota
Shoppin' in the mall, sippin' dirty soda
Hop out, I had to valet the Range Rover
Got two bad bitches, all my girls do yoga
[Verse 10]
I just wanna flex like a big dawg
Count checks, ball it hard like Chris Paul
Get 'em off in a day, one phone call
Yeah, she mad that she might get the dick raw
Bitch like lemonade
Poured a whole four in the Minutemaid
Man, it feel good when you're gettin' paid
You a broke ass **** so you can't relate
[Verse 11]
Rollin' out a ounce
Rollie bust it down
When she come to town
I'ma lay it down
If she takin' pictures
I'm a have to ditch her
Damn, I want your sister
I can't do the Twitter
I be on that big dawg shit
Yeah, pockets on that Rick Ross shit
Yeah, I be on that big dawg shit
Yeah, pockets on that Rick Ross shit
[Verse 12]
Old school Chevy with the tint on it
AMG coupe with rims on it
Balenciaga frames with the lens on it
Designer belt with the fuckin' M on it
I just wanna flex like a big homie
I just wanna check, couple M's on it
I just wanna flex like a big homie
I just wanna check, couple M's on it
[Verse 13]
Iced out Rollie, gold trim on it
Wrist lookin' like I'ma spit on it
Benz on Benz with the trim on it
Wait, hold up
I'm a hit my mans on it
I just wanna flex like a big homie
I just wanna check, couple M's on it
I just wanna flex like a big homie
I just wanna check, couple M's on it
Written by: blake boochee