F L O W I N G Lyrics

Once upon a time I knew a boy that was cool

He was fresh when he woke, girls loved him at school

Played ball a lil bit and he bent the rules

Smoked good before the games coach thought he was rude

Kicked out college it was so untrue

Now he's stacking that paper, never acting a fool

Laid back in the cut AirMax the shoes

What a hell of a introduction they call him Kenny Duke

Here I go, kick it slow, busta rhymes give me mo

Double piped SRT, briefcase bankrolls

Figure of speech making figures while I speak

The beat intertwined with my voice so unique

Steady creep, grip the wheel, soft leather you can feel

What it is wit cha girl here's my number let's build

Let's talk about paper, live good wit some acres

Now we going on 20 years consider her my baby

It was all a dream, now I'm stacking that cheese

Minding my biz sipping good while I creep

It's About 87 got my A/C blowing

Factory on the rims got em spinning call it flowing

It was all a dream, now I'm stacking that cheese

Minding my biz sipping good while I creep

It's About 87 got my A/C blowing

Factory on the rims got em spinning call it flowing

Rollin through my city, lil cash in my pocket,

Arm out the window, nice paint, rims glossy

All white Foreign hit the button watch the top drop

My Posse on Broadway bumpin Sir Mix A Lot

Dreams of a million first class with a heavy knot

Sippin a Mimosa pinky out legs stretched out

Dime on the side perfect body like she sketched out

Looking out the window white clouds with my chest out

Flowing That means I'm doing my thang

Living good, cool vibes, no dirt on my name

Them boys steady clowning, I'm dressing like Thousand Island

In a room full of players to the top I be rising

Feeling like Pimp C, you embarrassing us

Take that Monkey shit off, you impressing the sluts

Ol school gutted out now the screen is touch

On a mission to stack millions consider that a must