Easy Flow Lyrics

Yeah, yeah got people saying they gone do this

They gone do that

They gone be this

They gone be that

You ain't gone be shit

You ain't gone do shit

Everything I say I did

And you can't ever call me trash you know I never been

I play to have fun,it's only fun when I win

And then bitches all the same I thought they ass was twins

I'm stringing hoes along like I'm playing violin

On Christ she gone sin with that body of a Benz

And if you gotta Benz then me I'm more Bentley

You say you love a nigga, aww baby don't temp me

She bouncing in the whip like a nigga hitting potholes

She calling me daddy you would have thought I took her pops role

Yeah I got flows

And I got hoes

Some real nice bitches

Yeah I got polls

And I got switches

I'm gone rip that motherfucker through your face

And if I told you anything then I'll be catching a case

Another old rat on that he say she say

And if the feds on me then I'm gone to the freeway

I can't roll witcha

Can't get by can't smoke witcha

Man that pussy got control of ya

Make sense cause you niggas got some hoe in ya

But I'll be straight I won't fold witcha

I wonder why you bitches switch up

Then call a nigga when you need a pickup

When you don't take what life gives

You miss what it can get ya

If that was me honestly I'll never fuck witcha

I'll leave you in the pass and I promise I'll forget ya

Yeah, but then we rocking to the bank like this

Getting pape like this

All that hating but I'm still good

Ima saint like this

I ain't fuck witcha you fucking with the jakes aww shit

But then we rocking to the bank like this

Getting pape like this

All that hating but I'm still good

Ima saint like this

I ain't fuck witcha you fucking with the jakes aww shit

Jay Z dialogue

From a ten ball to like 50g's you can't fuck with me

Even if you tried to fuck with me, your bitch is only touching me

She say I'm too fresh, she was wet

This the first time that we met

Now her nigga wanting smoke like cigarettes

Well I ain't ever on no sweet shit

Sweat you niggas like I'm on some Keith shit

I ain't playing like the end of recess

Ain't nothing funny

Like a dummy

Bitch I am more genius

Believe this I get g's quick

I'm too prestigious

Alright ima freestyle this bitch off… like

More money and drugs

I throw money in clubs

Step on niggas like rugs

No I'm not tryna be thug

But I'll send you to the place where everybody wears scrubs

And have you posting on the gram like stop using them guns

Like, please stop using them guns

Take your breath and lungs

Post your name with doves

And have you dumped in some motherfucker laying with bums

Yeah, I need to chill out

I'm doing too much I just need to chill out

Getting on y'all niggas heads, yeah.