FLOOD ft. Melanchxly Lyrics

On flight mode, I keep it silent homie

On autopilot, while I rest I keep it driving homie

I got the flames, don't need fuel

I keep it driving on E

Switching my lanes, get the change

I keep it pilling homie

I flood my pockets make it rain yea uh

I flood my pockets with some change yea uh

Just flood my pockets, fuck the fame yea uh

I flood my pockets kill the pain yea uh

I flood my pockets make it rain yea uh

I flood my pockets with some change yea uh

Just flood my pockets, fuck the fame yea uh

I flood my pockets kill the pain yea uh

Say fuck the fame

But they still gon know my name

See the clouds, they throwing shade

But I still don't feel the pain yea

I'm still the same

I won't switch up for some change

Old girl asked me where I'm going

I said onto better things yea

I need a fine ass bitch from the Bahamas

Give a fuck about the comments on her post

She get her commas up

So get the fuck up outta my face with all the nonsense

Niggas talking all the gossip

I'm just tryna get my dollars up (You dig)

On flight mode, I keep it silent homie

On autopilot, while I rest I keep it driving homie

I got the flames, don't need fuel

I keep it driving on E

Switching my lanes, get the change

I keep it pilling homie

I flood my pockets make it rain yea uh

I flood my pockets with some change yea uh

Just flood my pockets, fuck the fame yea uh

I flood my pockets kill the pain yea uh

I flood my pockets make it rain yea uh

I flood my pockets with some change yea uh

Just flood my pockets, fuck the fame yea uh

I flood my pockets kill the pain yea uh

I flood my pockets make it rain yea uh

I flood my pockets with some change yea uh

Just flood my pockets, fuck the fame yea uh

I flood my pockets kill the pain yea uh

So how 'bout we try this one more time?

Nothing but money on my mind

Racks and the bitches intertwined

Gotta keep that shit seperate, draw the line

On Gawd, my cards is on my chest

You the type to catch feelings via text

You the type to seek approval on the net

And if it bomb, fall back on Percocet

And I don't blame you (I don't blame you)

It's a viscous cycle, almost like we're trained to (trained to)

Said I don't blame you (I don't blame you)

It's a viscous cycle, almost like we're trained to (trained to)

Broke Flexx