Listen to Flex (feat. Sneakbo) by Starmoney

Flex (feat. Sneakbo)

Starmoney

Hip-Hop/Rap

629 Shazams

Lyrics

Come though I get the money stay humble Get the bag never let the bag fumble Were kicking down doors like Kong fu Good food baby girl looking like cooked food I need the money I can't be bummy Flex when it's sunny Drip my kicks bloody Came from the gully It's hard to not love Me I need some more money I'm trying to bless mummy like Flex flex flex AMA flex on my X Giving me the pussy but I only want the neck Never chase hoes see I only chase checks Woke up with my Bitch now I'm on to the next like flex flex flex pay me my respect, big 45 Of a nigger disrespect All my brothers aim high we ain't Tryna hit legs oh yes it's sneak to the Bo Made it out the roads, now we flexin With a bad bitch, getting X,d in Racks on my neck, watch the feds get vex And that Margiela drip, got me wet, wet, wet Now flex, on my X she regrets Now flex, on the rats in the ends Now flex, them checks like a bench press Now flex, wasn't drippy now a mans best dressed now flex They said I wouldn't do it said il die on the roads When I'm in your ends, it's a sight to behold Brand new kettle flashing up like a strobe Still got the gas and supplying the smoke Best friend was a nine I don't trust many niggas Used to be broke now I push seven figures Show you bout a boss I'm the damn definition Look at how I drilled it was like an expedition Rainbow kush in the bill, getting cottonmouth Open up the whip a lot of water falling out I'm the opps favourite topic that they talk about Ten bedrooms you your still on your mothers couch No fuck boys no impostors Went from food in the pen up to lobsters Think because I'm flexing I won't turn monster Dangerous than ever cause the money much longer Made it out the roads, now we flexin With a bad bitch, getting X'd in Racks on my neck, watch the feds get vex And that Margiela drip, got me wet, wet, wet Now flex, on my X she regrets Now flex, on the rats in the ends Now flex, them checks like a bench press Now flex, wasn't drippy now a mans best dressed now flex I used to count the days Count the days down count the days out Now I count diamonds, watch like the Swiss Alps Chain so heavy, make a nigga have to slouch When I see the haters, got them ducking like a crouch Bag's heavy, got to slam them like a piledriver Got these bitches following like I'm the Pied Piper You don't want smoke, bringing you a wildfire Coming in a mask, feeling like Michael Myers Buss bare straps, now I have a man do it Get touched, have you lying in a ambulance Just to flex, spent the racks on the amulet I be moving more numbers than calculus Got the strap equipped Feds want me back in cuffs, but the cash legit Laugh at you fake ass niggas, they are all catfish Wetting all these opps like John the baptist Made it out the roads, now we flexin With a bad bitch, getting X,d inn Racks on my neck, watch the feds get vex And that Margiela drip, got me wet, wet, wet Now flex, on my X she regrets Now flex, on the rats in the ends Now flex, them checks like a bench press Now flex, wasn't drippy now a mans best dressed now flex
Writer(s): Noble Elijah Welch, Benjamin Ohlin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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