Feeling Like Flash Lyrics

Mm, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Gas in a plastic bag

Young nigga ran the check up

Trap that gas in a plastic bag

Trap that

Told shorty clean her mess up

Always on go, steady smashing on gas

Boy, I'm on a roll, I ain't talking bout blunt wraps

Call the homies up and they gon' pull up when the ball snaps

Fast money got me feeling like, what

Flash, tell em what it do Tre

Tell em, tell em. nigga money on the mind

Feelin heller keller

Deaf to these niggas if it ain't about the money

Blind to these niggas if it ain't about the grind

Higher than a millionaire pothead

Started flexing on these niggas when I got bread

Never really cared to listen to what pop said

In her feelings, text her back and tell her don't sweat

Yeah

Wet a nigga, no excuse, tell his mama grab a tissue

All these pistols being misused

Lil niggas getting killed too

Painting pictures with a deuce deuce

Say you on the grind, right

But, you begging from the next dude

Want the money, I ain't worried about the lime light

Lil nigga, I been focused on the big blues

Wake up get a check

Missed sleep, been two weeks

Love the bitch, how she rub on the dreads

Sat down so fucked up, told shorty pull my pants down and do me

Nigga got a lot of issues

Nigga got a list full of problems

Talking bout you want a confrontation with me?

Shit, I'll fight a nigga, no problem

Leave a nigga lying stiff in a closed casket

If somebody ask about it, tell them something tragic

T, money on the rise, I'ma need a mansion

Two lil boys, wife game, outstanding

Swear I'm so out this world

Feel a nigga left this dimension

Don't follow in another nigga's footsteps

Paint your own directions

Gas in the plastic bag

Young nigga ran the check up

Trap that gas in a plastic bag

Told shawty clean her mess up

Always on go, steady smashing on gas

Boy, I'm on a roll, I ain't talking bout blunt wraps

Call the homies up and they gon' pull up when the ball snaps

Fast money got me feeling like, flash

Staring out the window, seeing nothing but twelve

Got me thinking of my nigga's in jail

Burn one for the niggas ain't tell

Go hard for the niggas ain't make it

Give love when I feel love

Show respect when I don't get it back

I'ma take it (need that shit) , and I'm steady hearing that

A nigga getting to it, motherfucker, we be out here slayin

Now I got her on hush mode

Busy sucking on the dick

Way I see it, just a hint to get rich

Crave money, put the hunnids in a chokehold

Stack the money till it cant fold

Kinda wanna buy a range Rover, sayonara to the broke hoes

Don't wanna hear about my old hoes

If our shit gone end, it's gone stay over

Little money in the bag

Got some money in my pockets

Overflowing out the wallet

I'ma soar like a rocket

My money so tall, I can dive in

Yours thin, you belly floppin

Jaw dropping little bitch, got brave on the dick

Gas in the plastic bag

Young nigga ran the check up

Trap that gas in a plastic bag

Told shorty, clean her mess up

Always on go, steady smashing on gas

Boy, I'm on a role, I ain't talking bout blunt wraps

Call the homies up and they gone pull up when the ball snaps

Fast money got me feeling like

Flash

Fats money got me feeling like

Flash

Tell em what it do Tre (iii)

Flash

Flash