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Flex Up
10.638
Hip-Hop/Rap
Flex Up wurde am 2. August 2019 von 300 Entertainment als Teil des Albums Rich Forever 4 veröffentlicht
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Veröffentlichungsdatum2. August 2019
Label300 Entertainment
SpracheEnglish
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie
BPM81

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rich The Kid
Rich The Kid
Performer
Jay Critch
Jay Critch
Performer
A$AP Ferg
A$AP Ferg
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Miles Parks McCollum
Miles Parks McCollum
Songwriter
Jacob Canady
Jacob Canady
Songwriter
Joshua Luellen
Joshua Luellen
Songwriter
Nayvadius Wilburn
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter
Jordan Carter
Jordan Carter
Songwriter
Kedrick Cannady
Kedrick Cannady
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
LabCook
LabCook
Producer

Songtexte

[Verse 1]
I got three bad bitches tryna go whichever way
Too much money, I can't count it, that's the "Rich Forever" way
They wanna copy the wave, they wanna copy the style too
I done made 'em go that way, boujee bitch actin' brand new
Flex up, wrist up, money long, I got extras
Check up, flex up, blue cheese, no ketchup
(Rich)
[Verse 2]
Aye (Hey)
Too many chains like Django
I be walkin' with a buzz, her **** walkin' with a bank roll
She just came over to fuck, but that really ain't my bae though
Got the cheese on me, young **** got the queso
And my broadie got it tucked, ridin' 'round with a K though
**** ain't gettin' no money, I get it, I throw it, I spend it like Play-Doh
These bitches broke and they bumby, so fuck 'em, I swear I can't fuck with no lame hoe
How they gon' get me some money, I hit me a jealous girlfriend off in her Range Rover
[Verse 3]
Whoa, diamonds on me, cold (Froze)
I swear, I was just by that stove (Whoa)
**** talkin', but they broke (Broke)
Now I got three bad bitches for the night (For the night)
I was dead broke, hit a lick, decided to get right (Juug, juug)
[Verse 4]
I got three bad bitches tryna go whichever way
Too much money, I can't count it, that's the "Rich Forever" way
They wanna copy the wave, they wanna copy the style too
I done made 'em go that way, boujee bitch actin' brand new
Flex up, wrist up, money long, I got extras
Check up, flex up, blue cheese, no ketchup
[Verse 5]
Diamonds on me dancin' so perfect
All these clowns in the club like a circus
Now God damn her body lookin' so perfect
She must've got it done, India
(She) threw that gut, don't hurt me, oh, ah, nah, nah
With a little-ass waist, she work it, oh, yah, yah, yah
[Verse 6]
Look at my ring, it's so frozen and my teeth got the glow too
Gotta do a show boo so bae got two plus two
I like the way she throw it back and put it in her throat too
Said she was a singer, so I guess it's good for her throat too
[Verse 7]
I got three bad bitches tryna go whichever way
Too much money, I can't count it, that's the "Rich Forever" way
They wanna copy the wave, they wanna copy the style too
I done made 'em go that way, boujee bitch actin' brand new
Flex up, wrist up, money long, I got extras
Check up, flex up, blue cheese, no ketchup
(Rich)
Written by: Dimitri Leslie Roger, Jay Critch, Darold D. Brown Ferguson, Jr.
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