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flex (chicago) - sinatra style lyrics

hold on hold on
aye aye
hold on
what he say?
b+tch

it’s cash in the attic
i like her friend
i might go jag i might just benz
counting money in the coupe
throwing money off the roof
i’m throwing money on the floor
i had money as youth

look how i’m swagging she know i’m cashing
buy her some bags and f+ck her with passion
he got the cheap one i got the fast one
he got his sh+t cracked they shouldn’t have gassed him
mason margiela addicted to fashion
they not to be trusted don’t put nothing past them
i hope he don’t push me i might have to blast him
he thought i was p+ssy how long did that last em
b+tch
i ain’t never going broke no more
i’ll never see another hard day in my life
i don’t need no gas
imma pull up to the store get lil fifth of hen i’m slight
hit the line in the middle of the night
good top she gone get a n+gga right
kilt that they gone give a n+gga life
racks all in the middle of the bed
crunch time n+ggas get a little scared
i just got a little head that was all
in the middle of the store imma ball
i ain’t never been worried about sh+t
i ain’t never got treated like a b+tch that was yall
these n+ggas big cats
i ain’t with the chit chat and imma beat out her walls
aye aye
f+ck was he thinking
he don’t even know how to play it
when you got money like this it speak for itself you don’t even got to say it
i bought her off ebay
i’m on a pj it ain’t no way to delay it
i’m on that boss sh+t lobster & crawfish
i don’t even count it i weigh it
gang

- flex chicago lyrics

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