Flex on Me ft. Fam0us.twinsss & ppcocaine Lyrics

Yo

Yo

Damn damn damn

Bitch, ya ain't flexing on me

It's another one

Bitch bitch bitch

These bitches wanna flex on me (On me)

These bitches wanna flex on me (On me)

I'ma flex on 'em (Aye)

I'ma flex on 'em (Aye)

I'ma go ahead and keep stacking these checks on 'em (Cash-cash-cash)

These bitches wanna flex on me (On me)

These bitches wanna flex on me (On me)

I got 'em all pressed about me (Aye)

You wanna flex, bitch

You ain't 'bout that stress, bitch

Where were you when I was in the trap (Huh?)

The block was hot, thirty eight on my lap (Boom-boom-boom)

I was keeping the whole hood strapped

Every week, new loads

And some brand new gats (Aye)

You were prolly in the room in the back

Tryna get your forty dollars for the cat (Broke bitch)

You the whole hoods favorite hood rat (Eww)

I'm the hoods rarity

Bitch, Persian cat (Purr)

Bitches can't keep up with my sack (No)

When they see me, you know hoes draw back

Only time you ever see racks, bitch

Is when your ass get income taxes (Broke bitch)

Where were you when I was on the corner (Huh?)

I wasn't selling pussy, I was serving quarters (Money)

Takin' lots of trips across the state borders (Skur)

Just to drop off and pick up my orders (Money)

I be makin' money moves, you be shaking ass (Hah)

In the club, get them one's (Bap-bap-bap)

Better make 'em last

This is you "Let him take me home and letting him smash"

This is me "Bitch, where's the cash, I'm gon' blast" (Aye)

Bitches scared

They man's is too (Yep)

They never know what I'm gon' do (No)

Bitch is stuck, loving the crew (Eww)

I'm stuck loving my revenue, bitch (Money-money-money)

These bitches wanna flex on me (On me)

These bitches wanna flex on me (On me)

I'ma flex on 'em (Aye)

I'ma flex on 'em (Aye)

I'ma go ahead and keep stacking these checks on 'em (Money Money Money)

These bitches wanna flex on me (On me)

These bitches wanna flex on me (On me)

I got 'em all pressed about me (Press)

You wanna flex, bitch (No)

You ain't 'bout that stress, bitch (Uh uh)

Where were you when I was in the kitchen

Makin' shit reappear like I'm a magician (Ching)

Whip it up, whip it up (Whip whip)

Give it a sec

If I fuck this up, I got to bring that shit back (Bring dat back)

I be hustling better than your man's (Yes I do)

I don't move a muscle, he be doing hand to hands (Uh-uh-uh)

He comes home with like a couple hundred (No)

I drive through the bank to deposit these bands (Skur, Ching)

I would never ever give your man a chance (Never ever, No)

He ain't on my level, you can tell by first glance (Bap-bap-bap-bap)

He gon' buy your food with your own food stamps (Broke bitch)

Yeah, he broke bitch

He gon' ask her for a cash advance (Uh uh)

I call that bitch a government grant (Bitch)

He don't ever pay her back and that shit is sad (Man)

As long as she is dicked down, it ain't bad (Bitch)

That's a basic bitch (Uh)

I could never go for that, bitch (No-no-no)

These bitches wanna flex on me (On me)

These bitches wanna flex on me (On me)

I'ma flex on 'em (Aye)

I'ma flex on 'em (Aye)

I'ma go ahead and keep stacking these checks on 'em (Ching Ching)

These bitches wanna flex on me (On me)

These bitches wanna flex on me (On me)

I got 'em all pressed about me (Aye)

You wanna flex, bitch (Aye)

You ain't 'bout that stress, bitch (Bap-bap-bap)

These bitches wanna flex on me (On me)

These bitches wanna flex on me (Never gonna happen)

It's never gonna happen, bitch (Nope nope)

I'ma flex on you bitches (Aye)

Flex on you bitches (Aye aye)

Damn damn damn

Another one (Another one)

Aye, damn damn damn (Bitch)

Hoe (Bitch)

Mmm mmm mmm