ฟังเพลงFlex Up (Explicit)

TheLabCook

I got three bad ******* tryna go whichever way (What?)

Too much money, I can't count it, that's the Rich Forever way

They wanna copy the wave, they wanna copy the style too

I done made 'em go dat way, bougie ***** acting brand new

Flex up, racks up (What?)

Money long, I got extras (Beep)

Check up, flex up (Flex)

Blue cheese, no ketchup (Rich)

Ayy (Hey)

Too many chains like Django

I be walking with the bars,

A ***** walkin' with a bankroll (Yeah)

She just came over to ****, but that really is my bae, though

Got the cheese on me (Racks), young ***** got the queso (Hey)

And my brody got it tucked, ridin' 'round with a K though

*****s ain't getting no money

I get it, I throw it, I spread it like Play-Doh (Racks)

These ******* broke and they bummy so **** 'em

I swear I can't **** with no lame ho (Hey)

Had to go get me some money

I hit me a jugg, skrrt off in a Range Rove' (Hey)

Woah, diamonds on me cold (Froze)

I swear I was just by that stove (Woah)

*****s talkin' but they broke (Broke)

Now I got three bad ******* for the night

I was dead broke hittin' licks, I had to get right

I got three bad ******* tryna go whichever way (What?)

Too much money, I can't count it, that's the Rich Forever way

They wanna copy the wave, they wanna copy the style too

I done made 'em go dat way, bougie ***** acting brand new

Flex up, racks up (What?)

Money long, I got extras (Beep)

Check up, flex up (Flex)

Blue cheese, no ketchup (Rich)

Diamonds on me dancing so perfect (Yeah)

All these clowns in the club like a circus (That's right)

Goddamn, her body lookin' so perfect (Alright)

She must've got it done India

She threw that gut, don't hurt me (Yeah)

Oh, oh, no, no (Right)

With the little ass waist, she working

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah

Look at my ring, it's so frozen

And my teeth got the glow too (Yeah)

Ain't gotta do what's your boo, so bae got too close, ooh

I love the way she throw back and put it in her throat too

Said she was a singer so I guess it's good for her vocals

I got three bad ******* tryna go whichever way (What?)

Too much money, I can't count it, that's the Rich Forever way

They wanna copy the wave, they wanna copy the style too

I done made 'em go dat way, bougie ***** acting brand new

Flex up, racks up (What?)

Money long, I got extras (Beep)

Check up, flex up (Flex)

Blue cheese, no ketchup (Rich)