Flex

Woah Mmh Woah, woah Woah We getting bread (We getting bread), cash in the bank (Cash in the bank) We getting bread (We getting bread), cash in the bank (Cash in the bank) We getting bread (We getting bread), cash in the bank (Cash in the bank) We getting bread (We getting bread), cash in the bank Cash in the bank (cash in the bank) Audemar Piguet Got the gold on my neck All my niggas know I got it, I ain't even got to flex Real westside baby C.H.S, what I rep Niggas ain't moving right, so I shoot em wit my left (Grr, bah, bah) Earned stripes got a tech That's a bullet to his neck And a point to my set Niggas up we the best She wanna roll wit' a gangsta' But she don't just got all the bread just to flex (Bow) We coming up and they hate us That's how it be when they know that you next She wanna f*ck on the gang, uhh But we don't f*ck wit' her because she a threat (Because she a threat) We getting money and paper we finna spend 80k that's a bet (That's a bet) That's how you know when you gang, uhh, cause we get money and then we go flex (And Then we go flex) We gonna flex, we gonna spend it and get to that check You totin' on poles but it's all for the net (Cap) Running up bands and my pockets get fatter You is a bitch boy bet stop all that chatter (Bitch) I'm gonna flex with my gangstas G Fazos and Louis that's all on my fit Ballin' I might break your ankles Fulfilling my goals and I'm checking my list (For real) You flashing that blick but you ain't gonna shoot (Grr, bah, bah) We both know you a bitch boy and that is the truth Trapping and moving you say that you do You only move when opps give you the boot (Bah) You's a fake banger, a phony, a narc The feds intervening you giving 'em sparks He really not 'bout it, boy he is just bark He won't get up wit' me, boy please do not start (Bitch) Banger (Banger) Faker (Faker) Poser (Poser) Lamer (Lamer) Totin' a banger (Hurr) Steppa' (Bow, bow) Flexer (Bow) We gonna' catch ya' Audemar Piguet Got the gold on my neck All my niggas know I got it, I ain't even got to flex Real westside baby C.H.S, what I rep (CHS, what I rep) Niggas ain't moving right, so I shoot em with my left Earned stripes got a tech That's a bullet to his neck (Bow, bow, grr, bow) And a point to my set Niggas up we the best She wanna roll wit' a gangsta' But she don't got all the bread just to flex We coming up and they hate us That's how it be when they know that you next (Bitch!) She wanna f*ck on the gang, uhh But we don't f*ck wit' her because she a threat (Because she a threat) We getting money and paper we finna spend 80k that's a bet (That's a bet) That's how you know when you gang, uhh, cause we get money and then we go flex (And then we go flex, bitch)