Flex (bonus) (feat. Tre Valentine)

Young nigga flex, for no reason Ballin nigga, no season In the coupe we still speeding We on the rise y'all still sleeping Walk in all the hoes peeking F*ck her once now the hoe cheesing Niggas hating, stay speaking Let em talk, money increasing Bad bitch puerto rican Freakin Took her home for the weekend TGT we be eating Feastin' Wrist so icy I be freezing I got my stripes like a zebra Adidas I'm getting cheese like velveta Fucked yo bitch in a white beater Then leave her No love for a thot I can't keep her Young nigga flexed up they need to catch us you niggas need to catch up They wanna guess us y'all niggas extra prolly cause TGT next up Niggas is hating cause we up to money They leave when it's cold but smile when it's sunny Can't wait to thumbing through all of this money We on yo ass just know that we coming Made a movie with yo ex Sent to em in a text Young had to flex I'm gettin' money gettin checks I swear to God im up next I'm in the lead no neck and neck Like Dj Khaled i'm the fucking best Just put a nigga to the test Young nigga flex, for no reason Ballin nigga, no season In the coupe we still speeding We on the rise y'all still sleeping Walk in all the hoes peeking F*ck her once now the hoe cheesing Niggas hating, stay speaking Let em talk, money increasing Young nigga get it you know how I rock I collect all the dividends Look at the blue face (Ha) I run to the Benjamins Look at my shoe lace ball like 2K you know that I'm setting trends I give her one night she take pipe and you know that I'm diving in Money power pussy and respect Only thing that separates me and yo bitch is a latex I be ballin' on these niggas you can call it triple threat Yea I shook that nigga up he disappeared etch-a-sketch Shake it up shake it up shake it up These niggas sleep they need a wake it up Make it up make it up make it up I see niggas is waking up Take it up take it up I'm at the Stu these niggas laying up All my bitches bad My bitch don't need no make up Yea yo bitch gon' bussdown for this blue-face Gotcho' bitch wrapped around my fingers like a shoelace She gon' make that shit clap, yea just like a handshake And if you listening to this then yea my nigga it is too late Young nigga flex, for no reason Ballin nigga, no season In the coupe we still speeding We on the rise y'all still sleeping Walk in all the hoes peeking F*ck her once now the hoe cheesing Niggas hating, stay speaking Let em talk, money increasing