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Man I got tens of dollars in my pocket right now, no flex We packin' diamond pistols! I don't mean to flex but I've been having sex Like once a week at least or two if my girl ain't stressed I don't mean to brag but my bandwidth is flat I got the Hulu plus bitch streaming with no ads I don't pay the tab, I'm drinking whisky neat (hard) 'Cause I know the owner Paul, he let me drink for free I get my haircut twice a month that's my routine Don't mean to stunt but its tough when my neck so clean I'm speaking Spanish to the valet (no flex) He peep my girl she got the v neck out here showing breast Push an entry level Audi, my jeans distressed My nine to five keep me tied down like I'm possessed I could buy out h and m (cash) No interest on the lease I'm controlling what I spend (smart) Give me 16 months I'ma sign that shit again Money looking nice got me keeping up with trends Flex, not tryna flex Man I'm holding half a stack not tryna flex Flex, not tryna flex Take your bitch to Nordstrom rack that's not a flex Flex, not tryna flex Man I'm holding half a stack not tryna flex Flex, not tryna flex Take your bitch to Nordstrom rack that's not a flex Body count up in the double digits (eleven) And when we hit the club we greasing palms and we get in it I pull up in a foreign whip you hear my Honda civic I pulled another foreign bitch I think she might be British (I got a text!) Pop the fucking champagne sipping cooks And if I like her I'ma poke her, go insane on the book I'm reckless on the gram, I can't be tamed, I'm a crook I'm back 50 weeks liking pics you wish you could You can call me two faced with the way I'm tossing coin I don't do no chains, jeans too tight around my groin Posting smoking on the pan bitch, I don't roll no joints Got a couple open bottles rolling through these checkpoints Man I always pay the rent, ain't no holds up on my checks If the waitress treat me right I'm tipping 21 percent Pay for title should be canceled every month but I forget It's whatever, I'm too clever get refunded by the rep Motherfucker it's not a- Flex, not tryna flex Man I'm holding half a stack not tryna flex Flex, not tryna flex Take your bitch to Nordstrom rack that's not a flex Flex, not tryna flex Man I'm holding half a stack not tryna flex Flex, not tryna flex Take your bitch to Nordstrom rack that's not a flex
Writer(s): Christian Michael Dold, Noel Miller, Cody Kolodziejzyk Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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