Yeah, yeah
Yah
Yah
Yeah, yeah
(Flex, flex, flex)
Bit...
Verse 1:
b*tch you know I been around the block though
(Skrt, Skrt)
Know I don't stop this clockwork
I work harder than your mom work
And she know I bring the heat this a potluck, ooh
Oooohhhh
Man, I been in the kitchen
sh*t, I been in the kitchen
(Cook it up)
Just cooking straight dope and I'm ready to ship it
(Flick of the wrist)
Want a plate with this fixings
Man You know it's all gravy
I take it, I get it
I'm grateful for this sh*t a hundred percent
I make it my own so my cut Is your throat
If you come talking numbers you're nothing, that's it
(Nothin'!)
Man, f*ck it rip it
I been in this game for a minute now
Something is different
(Interlude)
All I really wants a million dollars and bad b*tch
sh*t I'm half way there I think she turned me to a savage
Working every night because I'm tryna get established
Everything I touch, it turn to gold like I am magic
b*tch, I run the world like trump
b*tch, I play pong and dunk
b*tch, I go hard in the trunk
I got you flexing, I'm next up
Only do this 'cause I love it, Never giving no f*cks
I don't overlook blessings, Give me 1-up
Only got one girl, never f*cking with them chumps
We them boys from the boro, Better ask us for a photo
When you see us, You already know the deal
Real, What's up?
(Hook)
Flex, Flex, Flex
Yeah, you know I'm really flexing
Why you always tripping?
I ain't even see the message
Flex, Flex, Flex
I don't trip off first impressions
I'm the one that do the most
You can't keep up then step then, like...
Verse 2:
Man I flex on these mother f*ckers
Always been a step ahead
I'm awake when they all up they bed
Could be dead mother f*ckers
I be getting educated by myself
Working to the bone
In the crib stayin home
Making song on song
Getting faded by myself
Underrated by myself
I don't need no help
No one gonna beat me, I don't see no belt
I be getting to wine when the weed don't help
Should be cutting all ties if the team don't help
Like "f*ck 'em"
f*ck 'em!
Dawg, I be coming equipped
Better know "00" bringing thunderous sh*t
Yeah, you doing the same
But you ain't do it like this
You ain't in with clique
Here's a tip, Just flex
(Interlude)
All I really wants a million dollars and bad b*tch
sh*t I'm half way there I think she turned me to a savage
Working every night because I'm tryna get established
Everything I touch, it turn to gold like I am magic
b*tch, I run the world like trump
b*tch, I play pong and dunk
b*tch, I go hard in the trunk
I got you flexing, I'm next up
Only do this 'cause I love it, Never giving no f*cks
I don't overlook blessings, Give me 1-up
Only got one girl, never f*cking with them chumps
We them boys from the boro, Better ask us for a photo
When you see us, You already know the deal
Real, What's up?
(Hook)
Flex, Flex, Flex
Yeah, you know I'm really flexing
Why you always tripping?
I ain't even see the message
Flex, Flex, Flex
I don't trip off first impressions
I'm the one that do the most
You can't keep up then step then, like...