Super Flexin (Remix) lyrics

[Intro/Outro: Manolo Rose]
f*ck, you n*ggas talking money?
Why the f*ck you n*ggas talking money?
f*ck, you n*ggas talking money?
You broke n*ggas talking money?

[Pre-Hook: Manolo Rose]
I’m a different kinda n*gga
Coke dealer my profession
Thousand dollar salad dressing
We call that super flexin'
f*ck your fives, tens, and twenties
n*ggas counting hundreds!
f*ck your fives, tens, and twenties
n*ggas counting hundreds!

[Hook: Manolo Rose] (x2)
I’m a different kinda n*gga
Coke dealer my profession
Thousand dollar salad dressing
We call that super flexin'

[Verse 1: Manolo Rose]
Got the sh*t for the low, hope the sh*t get across
n*gga counting all his blessings, thousand dollar salad dressing
Call that super flexin', in that pus*y getting bored
We call that pus*y export, we call that pus*y export
All my n*ggas getting money, all my n*ggas getting money
All my n*ggas getting money, all my n*ggas getting money
How can I lose when the Bible open on the book of Psalms, chapter 82
Verse 6, all ye are gods and all ye are children of the Most High?!
Whoo! No weapons, just we shall prosper
Hundred round drum sound like an opera
You gon' need six hail marys
Couple humdulilahs and two f*cking witch doctors
[Pre-Hook] + [Hook]

[Verse 2: French Montana]
Made my first hundred off the blow
Then I made my first mill with Ross
Now you catch me with Diddy flexin'
From the South Bronx countin' up my blessings
Montana be the king of the slow flow
'Fore I bagged Coco, bagged coco
All black Maybach through the block
In the back, me, Diddy and Sanaa
Just had to just see my n*gga Chinx drop
All-black, off-white with the mink top
44 to your three-quarter tank top
Real n*ggas still pull up by Frank shop
Chapter 37, 357
157, hit you with 7
Crack up your rib, lift up your melon
Take off your ski mask and turn into dressing
Hit a n*gga with my window closed
And go lay up where the window blow
Mixing pills, mixing liquor
I'm a different kinda n*gga, haaannn!

[Pre-Hook] + [Hook]
[Outro/Intro]