Flexin

Yeah, yeah No, no, no Yeah, yeah Uh God damn I be flexin' on these niggas all the time Even though I ain't got money, so I couldn't give a dime If you think that you the baddest, better check yourself, you lyin' 'Cause I'll murder your career, no I won't even be trying F*ck a hater if he hating, bet he still waiting in line For them jordans, 'cause without 'em no one cares if he ain't fine Blowing money on a honey, when she snitch you doing time When she can't get in your bank account she tryna get in mine I ain't worried 'bout the women 'cause I'm focused on the grind Till obama and his children playin' my shit on rewind I'm just sayin', if you hate me it's too late, I'm in your mind And your shawty loves my music, so I hope that you don't mind No no no no