Flex On Em (Remix) lyrics

[Intro]
One time for Pablo
Ay, yah, ay, yah

[Verse 1: Lil Yachty]
All this cash on me, I'm a walking bank
All this cash on me, I'm a walking bank
All this cash on me, I'm a walking bank
n*gga f*ck what you rep b*tch it's sail or sink
30 diamonds on my neck like a fish tank
I ain't eat that b*tch pus*y cause that sh*t stink
I ain't got no accuracy but my shooter do
Put that smoke to your mouth like the hookah do
And my gang small, we fit inside a hoola hoop
After I f*ck I pass her up like an alley-oop
n*ggas tryna get an endorsement boy that's like 25 on a good day
b*tches thinkin they a barbie doll but in real life they like Child's Play
Just cashed out on a new Benz, got the 5 Series, that's a good look
n*gga tried to make a diss song but nobody heard it cause that sh*t suck
Got a Gucci T I only wore once
Finna turn around and call these b*tches c*nts
Got a new b*tch she a real model and she slim and black like a rolled blunt
Got 100 n*ggas back home and they all waitin' on me, gon' do somethin'
I mean wait on me to go pull somethin'
I been said it like I knew somethin'
Lil Boat (b*tch)
[Hook: Pablo Skywalkin]
If I don't like that n*gga, I'm gone flex on him
These hoes they ain't sh*t, I don't stress on 'em
True Religion fit, I feel blessed on 'em
Ima sh*t on these n*ggas, make a mess on 'em
All my belts and my shoes got the F's on 'em
If I don't like that n*gga, I'm gone flex on him
If I don't like that b*tch, I'm gone flex on her
These Louie sneakers, b*tch come play chess on em

[Verse 2: Pablo Skywalkin]
White girl tryna smoke me one
With a choosin b*tch, and I'm the chosen one
Give y'all n*ggas the Gucci watch, on my left wrist is the frozen one
All these Louies in the shoe boxes, I don't know what color let me open one
Riding around in this Rolex, hoes tweeting me it's that over ton
That's no lie, circle tighter than a bow tie
I'm high as hell, love Gucci belts no YSL
With a model b*tch, and she shy as hell
She don't speak, but she scream loud when you hittin deep
If you don't work, you don't eat
n*ggas starving like Marvin, see more green n*gga then it's sparking
Like barking, you a funny guy, Martin
If the blunt rolled, then I spark it
Yeah that sh*t rolled, then I spark it
My b*tch mad cause I'm high again, her legs spread and I'm diving in
No peek-a-boo
Diamonds yellow like Pikachu, Louie frames what I'm peeking through
[Hook: Pablo Skywalkin]
If I don't like that n*gga, I'm gone flex on him
These hoes they ain't sh*t, I don't stress on 'em
True Religion fit, I feel blessed on 'em
Ima sh*t on these n*ggas, make a mess on 'em
All my belts and my shoes got the F's on 'em
If I don't like that n*gga, I'm gone flex on him
If I don't like that b*tch, I'm gone flex on her
These Louie sneakers, b*tch come play chess on em