No Flex Zone (Remix)

Won a gold medal

And a gold bezel

I treat it so special

Now ya ho jealous

Freak hoes got several

They tens or better

I'm a trendsetter

I'm a go-getter

When I slide down the ave

I'm f**kin' trippin' (damn)

Maserati bat black

All I wanna know is where the cash at

TNT tucked in my 'rillo

Hundred racks under my pillow

Different styles I'm so versatile

Ni**a you know like I know

Jimmy Lil Swae

Hoes on the chase

Cash in the air make her

Forget her date

Heard of my plan

She f**kin' with me anyway

If she thicky like Nicki

I put that p**sy on my plate

How you not notice

The flyest niggas in the place

I hit the liquid

And started drippin' into space

You blowe and blowin' kisses at your baby

Have fun shoot like mikely

Throwin' out a f**kin' end

I'm blowin' money in the wind

I'm sick of wearin' skinny jeans

I'm more into wearin' Louis V's

These hoes don't f**kin' listen

These niggas don't pay attention

These b**ches are not yours

We keep them on all fours

Breakin' down' rollin' up potent

Sippin' champagne like soda

Poppin' red b**ches like cola

Trunk beat like Eardrummers

Sremm killed the haters

God bless 'em

Mothaf**kas still

All in my bone marrow

Flyin' through the air

Like a f**kin' air devil

All these broke niggas

Just fish in a barrel

Now back up in the tatoo

No flex zone

No flex zone

They know better

They know better

No flex zone

No flex zone

They know better

They know better

Won a gold medal

And a gold bezel

I treat it so special

Now ya ho jealous

Freak hoes got several

They tens or better

I'm a trendsetter

I'm a go-getter

Hell no you can't use my lip gloss

Pop a perc' now I'm on lift off

A** still fat it's on Rick Ross

You b**ches make a ni**a dick soft

B**ch ball like I'm at tip off

Get it wet then I rub the tip on

Rag and Bone jeans I can slip off

B**ch I've been hot

Since flip phones

Running this game for 5 years

Guess that's why my feet hurt

Wonder when they bite me

Do these b**ches' teeth hurt

Yes I am an icon

That's me on your T-shirt

Thought you knew it better

Do your f**king research

You ain't know this the no rip zone

This the You can't beat Nic zone

Madison Square

When the Knicks home

I live next door to Brad Pitt's home

I like bad b**ches

Cause they like bad b**ches too

I like hood niggas

With a bad attitude

They could never reach Young Nick

Magnitude

Even if they had a longitude

Latitude

Listen up ho this is my territory

You are my son

Like an episode of Maury

Like an episode of ER

B**ch I'm hotter than the D R

When it comes to rap skills

Nobody wanna see her

Motherf**kers flexin

Motherf**kers acting

B**ches is my sons

And they causin' contractions

Ain't pushing out

I'ma give them to the clinic

Cah wait

We nuh rate dem gyal

And dem gimmick

Wack sauce I can hear it in your tone

This ni**a keep staring at my phone

But if you're ugly

It's a no text zone

It's a no sex zone

It's a no flex zone

Wack sauce

I can hear it in your tone

This ni**a keep staring at my phone

But if you're ugly

It's a no text zone

It's a no sex zone

It's a no flex zone

No flex zone

No flex zone

They know better

They know better

No flex zone

No flex zone

They know better

They know better

Who ain't waiting on King Push

Got niggas checking

For them new flows

Sold more d**e than the old Jigga

Now niggas calling me the new Hov

Let the coupe go

Planetarium

Let the roof go like Cesarean

Clear my section ni**a

No flexing ni**a

Just a hunnid bottles they carrying

Cross the border

Like I lost a daughter

This foreign ni**a

He ain't know better

Him pick and choose

Where them bullets fly

I lose the plane on this fool ni**a

Bought d**e with my album budget

Play Cloths was the blueprint

Four million in four seasons

F**k who care for my fashion sense

Tell a ho come

And swim in the money (splash)

Broke niggas just stop at the heel

I could body paint

You in them name brands

And put a red bow on the wheels

See I'm just in and out

I call a rent a mouth

Suck the ice out of a bezel

Use my rap persona

F**k baby mommas

Still killin' haters

God bless em'

No flex zone

No flex zone

They know better

They know better

No flex zone

No flex zone

They know better

They know better

Won a gold medal

And a gold bezel

I treat it so special

Now ya ho jealous

Freak hoes got several

They tens or better

I'm a trendsetter

I'm a go-getter