Flim Flam lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy, yeah, ayy
You know I love an R&B b*tch
Yeah
Put my old flames in a room, it look like Danity Kane
Got my own fame, b*tch, I don't need your fame
Put them hoes in a room, it look like vanity six
I'm 'bout to cause a motherf*cking calamity, b*tch
I'm 'bout to—
Okay, hahaha, okay
Yeah, yeah, alright, alright, alright, alright

[Verse]
I'ma make it hot in that b*tch like I'm Nelly
Game that I claim, f*ckin' tatted 'cross my belly
Spread that cash, down my f*ckin' Margielas
Spread that ass like some motherf*cking jelly (Yes)
b*tch, let me fill you full of c*m at the telly (Yes)
I'm just tryna put my f*ckin' tongue on her melons
You prefer gangbangers, I become a fеlon
Trapper full of gangsters n*ggas Cartelling (Cartеlling)
Pockets full of burner phones, b*tch say it turn her on (Turn her on)
n*ggas say they out here spinning blocks, we just went on one
I got that fire in my pocket, make that what I want
She say she'll turn a n*gga di*k to a dingaling
I'm 'bout to turn that Marriott up into a summer jam
Yeah, sound like a hunnid hands
Hunnid band in my jam when I stutter-
Goddamn on the 'Gram, with that Flim Flam
Love to beat that, 'til it cream up
She say she wanna f*ck the homie, we gon' team up (Yeah)
I got a double cup n*gga doing lean ups (Yeah)
I keep a FN Five-seven in the jean tucked (Yes sir)
Ask about me, they gon' say that he a mean f*ck
Don't introduce me to your friends, I'll let the team touch
Drinked up, linked up, a n*gga beamed up (Beamed up)
Slap her on the butt and send her home with her pink stuffed (Yes)
[Outro]
Young hot, young hot
Young hot, young hot