Flex ft. Sway Da Prince, 730 Bleek & Kechzani Lyrics

Okay, yeah, it's time to flex show these lil niggas you gettin' money

When you can flip 20k to a hundred yeah, it's time to flex

If you ain't gettin' a bag, you a dummy Just sittin' on your ass doin' nothin

Yeah, it's time to flex pop your shit, fuck bein' humble

The grind don't stop, that's on Momma's yeah, it's time to flex

It's about to be a long summer he ain't callin' about the money, wrong number

The plan don't stop when you come up I stand on business cause I run it

Act bought it, greatest manifest now, nigga, own it

Different vibe when the gang got motion make it make sense, boy, I got a couple

Million to make was mad broke, now I laugh at the bank

Motherfuckers that wasn't with the motion now I laugh and they fake

It's time to take everything I'm the ape big bag, that's all a nigga own

If it's not about money, don't hit my phone whole time niggas flex on IG, but real life

Need a loan grown, but know with money, you dead wrong

Young niggas stylin' out, walkin' through the hall of fame

Bad bitch tooted up, walkin' through the hall of sham

This shit in me, this not on me, I just let you call it game

You weren't really lit in school, you was in the hall with lames

Foreign whip, sandy shores, whip it like a dirty drive

Way that I control a boat, I don't need dessert to drive

Last week, this shit was lit, I ain't leave a piece of pie

I was with somebody, bitch, just try and get a piece of mine

Bitch, I'm on a roll like I know the way scammin' with some hoes, I done go to state

With this type of money, ain't nobody safe I just cracked the code, did somebody say

Flex, show these little niggas you gettin' money

When you can flip 20K to a hundred yeah, it's time to flex

If you ain't gettin' a bag, you a dummy just sittin' on your ass, doin' nothin

Yeah, it's time to flex Pop your shit, fuck bein' humble

The grind don't stop, that's on mamas yeah, it's time to flex

It's about to be a long summer If you ain't callin' about the money, wrong number

Wrong number, who you callin'? We ain't talkin', dawg

Knock it off, you ain't steppin' how I'm steppin', dawg You a vagabond, skinny nigga, dick long

I'm the plug nigga, in my work, it ain't stepped on

From New York to Atlanta, we be smokin' on that Cali yeah, they talk like they had it

Yeah, I doubt it, I be laughin' yeah, with me in the act

If you talkin' bout that fashion, I be drippin' in it

Kick gang, vicious with it risk game, hit him with it

I smell hate from a long way, I ain't feelin' it

The grind don't stop, hush your mouth, you the middleman

I be state to state, movin' in like I'm Brotherman Pockets full of butter bands

I'm cold, fuck a hot girl summer, bitch, we pullin' up

Southside, Clayco, I've been down my money up

Bop like I'm Diddy, you see why your nigga feel me

Get the chicken and the cheese, color blind, just see green

You bitches ain't me, couldn't be me if I told you how

New day, I'm a new bitch, once the sun down

Shine brighter than the diamonds in my teeth

Flash a smile, baby, course more than your bitch

Flyest bitch you ever knew

No ghost rider, no cosigner, no whole problems

What you know bout her? You bitches ain't it

And I been at since 96, stood on my shit

Okay, yeah, it's time to flex

Show these little niggas you gettin' money

When you can flip 20K to 100

Yeah, it's time to flex

If you ain't gettin' a bag, you a dummy

Just sittin' on your ass doin' nothin

Yeah, it's time to flex

Pop your shit, fuck bein' humble

The grind don't stop, that's on mamas

Yeah, it's time to flex

It's about to be a long summer

If you ain't callin' bout the money, wrong number