Lyrics

Remember I was sleeping in the two door Now I'm in the whip with two hoes I'm never coming last like Pluto I'm Going number one like Uno Had to go ghost I was moving in silence When I was broke had to sleep in garages Niggas ain't think I was gone end up popping I got so fly Imma need me a pilot I gotta flex Yea I gotta flex Yea I gotta flex I gotta flex Yea I gotta flex Had to shit on my ex I gotta flex Yea I gotta flex Yea I gotta flex I gotta flex Had to get me a bag And go run up a check Yea I got to shine For all of them times that I couldn't afford it Step in the spot with a new pair of Jordan's Yea Whatever I want I pay cash for it Got a couple of racks on the dashboard And I take what I want I don't ask for it They ain't want me before now they ask for me All them bitches they just want a bag from me They ain't catching me I hit the gas on them Cause I ain't got time for no broke hoes they say I'm to cocky I don't think I'm that nigga I know so So don't play with my noggin I got a bag and took off like a rocket I ain't gone stop it got way too much stamina Took me a flight now I'm popping in Canada Yea I gotta flex bitch I made them believe it Jumped in the game and now I ain't gone leave it Imma get rich just for me and my people Got a few bitches that say they won't leave me She say she loving my middle name told her go get it tatted Yea Yea She say she want me to beat it up told her send me the Addy Yea Yea Cause I gotta flex Yea I gotta flex I gotta flex Yea I gotta flex Had to shit on my ex I gotta flex Yea I gotta flex Yea I gotta flex I gotta flex Had to get me a bag And go run up a check Yea Pull up in the all white And no you can't slide if I do not fuck with your Vybes Run it up all night And I got a bad bitch with a bad bitch on the side Swerving through traffic And I can't be average Run up the racks put them under the mattress They can't even track it I ain't paying no taxes Struggle my whole life And now I'm a savage My pockets was low and now I got the cabbage Now I'm living lavish I bought a new whip just to look at I don't even drive it Used to be lame Now I'm what they bitch wanna look at Cop a new ring for my pinky I wanted the shit so I took that Bitch Imma eat Now I got food on my plate and I cook that Bitch I forgive and forget I don't look back Couple of niggas still owe me a couple of racks Was down for a year but I shook back Took the L I don't need it Fuck a friend I don't need them I do it better myself Ain't nobody put me on They ain't believe in me I had to bet on myself Remember I was sleeping in the two door Now I'm in the whip with two hoes I'm never coming last like Pluto I'm Going number one like Uno Had to go ghost I was moving in silence When I was broke had to sleep in garages Niggas ain't think I was gone end up popping I got so fly Imma need me a pilot I gotta flex I gotta flex
Writer(s): Harry Westlake, Inconnu Compositeur Auteur Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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