Flavor on Flavor Lyrics

I'm going Flavor on Flavor

I got me a double cup for the night Guess it's the lean I'm chasing

I just met me a bitch while smoking the spliff Shit got me dozing off like the Matrix

Bad bitch with a good body, guess I'm finna take her

Her nigga mad at me, I ain't trippin' Got in the club with this Glock ain't no Rookie

Why you mad at me? I ain't fuck her yet Matter fact, you can have it won't trip

about pussy Can't forget to mention my pockets a sum different

I guess I'ma show me a nigga something Can't believe you really thought I wasn't

here Really getting me some money

Way back when the trap first started jumping up

I was the one saving all my money, can't go broke again

I ain't need no handouts, I ain't asking for nothing

I know how it feel, so can't call on nobody We stand on the block, we thuggin, yeah

I grew up with shotters and hustlers Why these niggas think they can play with you

Sumo? I don't know, but that A.R.P. shoot at him

And his brother Had em run yeah, I guess they some suckers

If we ain't cool, can't do buddy, buddy You really my brother, if you stay down with

Me in the huddle Stick to the plan, made it out with each

other Yeah, uh, I'm going' flavor on flavor

I got me a double cup for the night Guess it's the lean I'm chasing

I just met me a bitch while smoking' the spliff Shit got me dozing' off like the Matrix

Bad bitch with a good body, guess I'm finna take her

Her nigga mad at me, I ain't tripping Got in the club with this Glock ain't no Rookie

Why you mad at me? I ain't fuck her yet Matter fact, you can have it won't trip

about the pussy Can't forget to mention, my pocket's sum

different I guess I'ma show me a nigga something

Can't believe you really thought I wasn't out here

Really getting me some money, way back when the trap first started