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berner - flex lyrics

[verse 1]
we treat change like trophies, cash like tissue
keep a strap so them cats with the masks don’t get you
live fast, ya, my past, all this sh-t i been through
got my bag right (bag right, bag right)
ya, we rockstars, we race cop cars (cop cars)
we smoke weed, sip lean, and we pop bars (pop pills)
all black hoodie, i don’t fit in no gucci
more money, more people gon’ sue me (f-ck ’em)
i’ma end up in the feds (rest in peace)
or somebody will shoot me
bury me in the garden next to all of the new weed
i’m a legend with the bag
i’m in spain with the limoncello (i’m in spain)
a million dollars square cut, ya thats real dinero
you see the way the money power got ’em trippin’ out (trippin’ out)
checked in, rolled a joint, then they kicked me out (gone)
a few things in life i couldn’t live without (couldn’t)
a trap house, i’m a king when i’m in a drought (king)

[pre-chorus]
we ain’t never put up with no disrespect
k!ll the middle man, i’m the real connect
water drippin’ on my wrist, it got your b-tch wet
we don’t dance in the club, we do the money flex

[chorus]
got two hundred in the bar, that’s a flex
we got weight on deck, that’s a flex
we don’t wait for the check, that’s a flex
we don’t dance in the club, we just flex
got two hundred in the bar, that’s a flex
we got weight on deck, that’s a flex
we don’t wait for the check, that’s a flex
we don’t dance in the club, we just flex

[verse 2]
we treat hundreds like pesos (like pennies), m’s like dollars
benz’s like hondas, just bought a house for my daughter
far away from the snakes and the piranhas
the three letter boys they keep a close eye on us
f-ck sittin’ in the cage, i’m paid
i bought a boat for my maid in montego bay (here you go)
i just bought a crib in marin
they hate to see us win, f-cker cut your eyes out then
i think she like the way i flex, ’cause i stack different (stack different)
i hate it when it when i get the call that the pack missin
they wanna burn another bridge, well that’s bad business
they got me out in atlanta on my last mission, for real

[outro]
“one thing i hate is square b-tches. they hate me. i hate you b-tches too. and the thing is, they think they’re better ’cause they f-ck dudes after the club, they suck raw d-ck, you know and they think it’s poppin’ to have a land of babies by random motherf-ckers that get on the county and get that ebt and sh-t, and that section 8 and sh-t. b-tch, first of all, i would never be you because i suck d-ck with a motherf-ckin’ condom. yes, b-tch, i’m sucking on motherf-ckin’ rubber, b-tch. and i’m not gettin’ no stds, b-tch, while you out here f-ckin burnin’. b-tches, how you have a million followers, and you ain’t got a million dollars. that’s what i f-ckin’ ask myself when i see you b-tches spreadin’ your motherf-ckin’ p-ssy and -ss and t-tties on instagram for motherf-ckin’ likes and you ain’t got no money. always askin’ me, “how do you do it, how do you do it?” b-tch, open your f-ckin’ mouth and ask for the motherf-ckin’ money ‘cuz these tricks is payin’. left and right, per stroke.”

- berner lyrics

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