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crm (au) - flexed out lyrics

[intro]
yeah, yeah
ahem!

[chorus]
so many people like to brag
i’m feelin’ flexed out (flexed out)
rollie don’t even do sh+t
i’m feelin’ flexed out (flexed out)
wanna see who’s more rich?
time to bring the cheques out (cheques out)
don’t wanna wait anymore
i want my respect now (respect now)
so many people like to brag
i’m feelin’ flexed out (flexed out)
scrollin’ through the gram
i be feelin’ flexed out (flexed out)
private properties from
l.a. to cape town (cape town)
they really wanna beef
i’ll take ‘em to the steakhouse (steakhouse)
[verse 1]
what i see on the net?
expensive purchases
but i don’t let people know
when i be earnin’ sh+t
i know motherf+ckers b+tthurt
i leave these virgins p+ssed
this the type of sh+t i’m workin’ with
until the earth don’t spin
until i don’t gotta work no more
and just have a normal monday
i don’t ever speak to n0body
under the 401k
’cause if you ain’t makin’ moves
i don’t wanna hear about it
and i’m at a different level than y’all
you can’t get near my clout, b+tch
every day i wake up
and there’s new cash to blow
b+tches be trippin’
never give a f+ck about a hoe
and i do the most
‘cause all i do is flow
just like a capricorn
i’m a muhf+ckin’ goat
muhf+ckin’ goat
i’m the best
you talk a lot outta your mouth
so i’m aimin’ at your neck
how you f+ck a 10 outta 10
i know you payin’ for your s+x
once again, they stay mad
they just hate to see me flex, flex, flex
[chorus]
so many people like to brag
i’m feelin’ flexed out (flexed out)
rollie don’t even do sh+t
i’m feelin’ flexed out (flexed out)
wanna see who’s more rich?
time to bring the cheques out (cheques out)
don’t wanna wait anymore
i want my respect now (respect now)
so many people like to brag
i’m feelin’ flexed out (flexed out)
scrollin’ through the gram
i be feelin’ flexed out (flexed out)
private properties from
l.a. to cape town (cape town)
they really wanna beef
i’ll take ‘em to the steakhouse (steakhouse)

[verse 2]
you just talk the talk
but you never walk the walk
how you claim you got a lambo
but you drive a 4×4
put ‘em in a pack like fifa
smoke the opps like reefer
i heard you say, you don’t like me
nah, i don’t like me neither
i know you talkin’ sh+t about me to your friends
i can’t find my secrets
‘cause they’re on the internet
had a couple homies
that turned out to be pretend
i done traded my tears
for a diamond patek
now i’m upset
what’s the point of havin’ money
if you don’t burn it
my wrist like an iceberg
and my bars like a furnace
i’m here for a reason
so i think i deserve it
give it five years
i’ll be the one they all worship
yeah b+tch, i can’t wait
to see what’s next
doin’ better than ever
you would hate to be my ex
if i see it, i’ma buy it
rock with aps and baguettes
once again, they stay mad
they just hate to see me flex, flex, flex
[chorus]
so many people like to brag
i’m feelin’ flexed out (flexed out)
rollie don’t even do sh+t
i’m feelin’ flexed out (flexed out)
wanna see who’s more rich?
time to bring the cheques out (cheques out)
don’t wanna wait anymore
i want my respect now (respect now)
so many people like to brag
i’m feelin’ flexed out (flexed out)
scrollin’ through the gram
i be feelin’ flexed out (flexed out)
private properties from
l.a. to cape town (cape town)
they really wanna beef
i’ll take ‘em to the steakhouse (steakhouse)

- crm au lyrics

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