Flexin' Lyrics

I just left racks at the bank

Hated on me when I’m grinding for millions

Ima pull up in a tank

Drippin cuz I know u can’t

I can’t fuck her she a skank

And you know I keep it realer than real I probably won’t remember her name

Faded I don’t know a thing

Try me get shot in the brain

Ima just erase the problem

F&N gone and solve em

Talk to much put em on mute

Yeah she bad she cute

Clothes gotta match the shoes

Give her old nigga da blues

I’m in this bitch feeling rude, play with the tool, scoop dat young nigga no spoon

Hop out with all of my jewels, fresher Than you, I can get down with the crew

I put in work with my niggas we cool

I cannot fake it I’m living no room

Jump out the whip with a baddie or two

High off the pills I took off to the moon

Call her a taxi

I cannot trust her she nasty

Pull up in a ghost

Mac game fantastic

RnB made her forget her nigga

Teaching like I got a masters

Hundreds of cash no interest nigga

Rollie is golden for passion

I just left racks at the bank

Hated on me when I’m grinding for millions

Ima pull up in a tank

Drippin cuz I know u can’t

I can’t fuck her she a skank

And you know I keep it realer than real I probably won’t remember her name

Faded I don’t know a thing

Try me get shot in the brain

Ima just erase the problem

F&N gone and solve em

Talk to much put em on mute

Yeah she bad she cute

Clothes gotta match the shoes

Give her old nigga the blues

Aye, aye

Count it up fast til I reach a million

Aye, aye

Stealing my drip I call u my children

Ohh, yeah

Sipping no tipping I leave her wit nothing

Money my passion i practice for Bucks

I work so hard but never give up

And it’s up

You stuck

My glock name Greg oden he a bust

I get the bread loaf wit the crust

Running like usain catchin up

I am not regular u can’t touch

I put my heart in it now I’m clutch

Tank in the cut u know fucked

I just left racks at the bank

Hated on me when I’m grinding for millions

Ima pull up in a tank

Drippin cuz I know u can’t

I can’t fuck her she a skank

And you know I keep it realer than real I probably won’t remember her name

Faded I don’t know a thing

Try me get shot in the brain

Ima just erase the problem

F&N gone and solve em

Talk to much put em on mute

Yeah she bad she cute

Clothes gotta match the shoes

Give her old nigga the blues