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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Diana Ellmers
Songwriter
Lyrics
Yo
Yo
Damn damn damn
Bitch, ya ain't flexin' on me
It's another one
Bitch bitch bitch
These bitches wanna flex on me (On me)
These bitches wanna flex on me (On me)
I'ma flex on 'em (Aye)
I'ma flex on 'em (Aye)
I'ma go ahead and keep stackin' these checks on 'em (Cash-cash-cash)
These bitches wanna flex on me (On me)
These bitches wanna flex on me (On me)
I got 'em all pressed about me (Aye)
You wanna flex, bitch
You ain't 'bout that stress, bitch
Where were you when I was in the trap (Huh?)
The block was hot, thirty eight on my lap (Boom-boom-boom)
I was keepin' the whole hood strapped
Every week, new loads
And some brand new gats (Aye)
You were prolly in the room in the back
Tryna get your forty dollars for the cat (Broke bitch)
You the whole hoods favorite hood rat (Eww)
I'm the hoods rarity
Bitch, Persian cat (Puuurr)
Bitches can't keep up with my sack (No)
When they see me, you know hoes draw back
Only time you ever see racks, bitch
Is when your ass get income taxes (Broke bitch)
Where were you when I was on the corner (Huh?)
I wasn't sellin' pussy, I was servin' quarters (Money)
Takin' lots of trips across the state borders (Skur)
Just to drop off and pick up my orders (Money)
I be makin' money moves, you be shakin' ass (Hah)
In the club, get them one's (Bap-bap-bap)
Better make 'em last
This is you "Let him take me home and lettin' him smash"
This is me "Bitch, where's the cash, I'm 'gon blast" (Aye)
Bitches scared
They man's is too (Yep)
They never know what I'm 'gon do (No)
Bitch is stuck, lovin' the crew (Eww)
I'm stuck lovin' my revenue, bitch (Money-money-money)
These bitches wanna flex on me (On me)
These bitches wanna flex on me (On me)
I'ma flex on 'em (Aye)
I'ma flex on 'em (Aye)
I'ma go ahead and keep stackin' these checks on 'em (MoneyMoneyMoney)
These bitches wanna flex on me (On me)
These bitches wanna flex on me (On me)
I got 'em all pressed about me (Press)
You wanna flex, bitch (No)
You ain't 'bout that stress, bitch (Uh uh)
Where were you when I was in the kitchen
Makin' shit reappear like I'm a magician (Ching)
Whip it up, whip it up (Whip whip)
Give it a sec
If I fuck this up, I gotta bring that shit back (Bring it back)
I be hustlin' better than your man's (Yes I do)
I don't move a muscle, he be doing hand to hands (Uh-uh-uh)
He comes home with like a couple hundred (No)
I drive through the bank to deposit these bands (Skur, Ching)
I would never ever give your man a chance (Never ever, No)
He ain't on my level, you can tell by first glance (Bap-bap-bap-bap)
He 'gon buy your food with your own food stamps (Broke bitch)
Yeah, he broke bitch
He 'gon ask her for a cash advance (Uh uhh)
I call that bitch a government grant (Bitch)
He don't ever pay her back and that shit is sad (Man)
As long as she is dicked down, it ain't bad (Bitch)
That's a basic bitch (Uh)
I could never go for that, bitch (No-no-no)
These bitches wanna flex on me (On me)
These bitches wanna flex on me (On me)
I'ma flex on 'em (Aye)
I'ma flex on 'em (Aye)
I'ma go ahead and keep stackin' these checks on 'em (Ching ching)
These bitches wanna flex on me (On me)
These bitches wanna flex on me (On me)
I got 'em all pressed about me (Aye)
You wanna flex, bitch (Aye)
You ain't 'bout that stress, bitch (Bap-bap-bap)
These bitches wanna flex on me (On me)
These bitches wanna flex on me (Never gonna happen)
It's never gonna happen, bitch (Nope nope)
I'ma flex on you bitches (Aye)
Flex on you bitches (Aye aye)
Damn damn damn
Another one (Another one)
Aye, damn damn damn (Bitch)
Hoe (Bitch)
Mmm mmm mmm
Writer(s): Diana Ellmers
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