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Racks on racks, I'm stackin' towers Money talks, my words got power Bad lil' bitch, she sweet, not sour Lean in my cup, my drink got louder Pullin' up, no tires Chain on frost, I'm freezin' fires Too much heat, can't cool my attire Big flex moves, I'm risin' higher Shawty hit my line, she want that taste, huh Told her"Come through, but don't waste none" Fast life livin, we don't play dumb Hundred bands on me, that's day one Flex, flex, watch me stunt Checks, checks, commas up She want sex, I'm in a rush Cash, cash, that's my crush Flex, flex, I don't fold Next, next, I'm too bold Pullin' up in somethin' gold Rage so loud, it shook the road I'm a registered flex offender Big bankroll, bitch, I'm a spender Tell that hoe"Don't text, I'll send her" Bentley truck parked, I'm a big lender Bad bitch with me, she off two pills Ridin' in a coupe, no roof, just thrills Money too fat, it can't stay still Call up the plug, got racks to spill Pop my shit, I'm talkin' wild Bitch in my face, she love my style Bass hit deep, this shit too foul Flex so hard, it's against the law They hatin' on me? I'm takin' flights Fucked your girl, now she spend the night Too much lean, my sprite ain't light Throwin' this cash, I'm outta sight Flex on 'em once, flex on 'em twice Everything I touch, turn to ice Double my cup, no need for advice High as a kite, but I'm still precise Flex, flex, watch me stunt Checks, checks, commas up She want sex, I'm in a rush Cash, cash, that's my crush Flex, flex, I don't fold Next, next, I'm too bold Pullin' up in somethin' gold Rage so loud, it shook the road

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