iggy badd – flex’n lyrics
yeah
i made this beat in like sh+t, two hrs
told cisalo gone jump on this hoe
talkin bout
level up type shidd
yea hear me
yeah, yeah
aye iggy, you a fool for this one baby
sh+t, we still out here making it
do something for the do something
ya heard me
wooo, you know
i’m flexing, money, i’m flexing
i’m flexing, cars, i’m flexing
i’m flexing, diamonds, i’m flexing
i’m flexing, i been on their neck
i’m flexing
i’m flexing, clothes, i’m flexing
i’m flexing, these hoes, i’m flexing
i’m flexing, i’m flexing
i’m flexing, i’m flexing
aye
walking this b+tch like a topmodel
young n+ggah buying me bottles
i been on go, full throttle
i think i just broke the nozzle
i made it rain on a thot hoe
look like she just hit the latto
she made it clap i said bravo
while blowing some os
out this o of gelato
everything i got, call it nacho
that mean it’s mine, not yours
i think i want me a mk
not talking michael or kors
i’m a turn+up like it’s b+day
i just might smoke a cigar
hoe try to put me on 3 way
i do not f+ck with u wh0res
i only f+ck with the money
i only f+ck with my paper
i only f+ck with my glockie
don’t give a f+ck bout a hater
he love my ass cuz i’m c+cky
everything i do be so major
designer all on my body
i like my drink with no chaser
pour me up, pour me up
pour it, double cup
run up on me hoe u dumb af
i dropped a track just to level up
run it up, run it up
f+ck would i look a runner+up
ran through a rack just to double up
if you anit a boss, u can sit with us
i’m flexing, money, i’m flexing
i’m flexing, cars, i’m flexing
i’m flexing, diamonds, i’m flexing
i’m flexing, i been on their neck
i’m flexing
i’m flexing, clothes, i’m flexing
i’m flexing, these hoes, i’m flexing
i’m flexing, i’m flexing
i’m flexing, i’m flexing
two cups, for the two sl+ts
in the blue truck
betta move cuz you know
they bout to introduce us
down to the wire
drown em in fire
hard to the fiber
ain’t talking metamucil
they be hanging with the gs, thieves, and the boosters
freaky sneaky link is getting down when my crew up
double cup please, while they blowing up the trees
and i’m throwing up c’s
but it’s shout out to the roosters
owea
wanna be down like a bass line
put a hole in yo chest tryna take mine
don’t at or mention in
the feds listening so don’t hit me on facetime
when i’m in yo city know i’m thuggin truly
i’m looking for ya girlfriend with the big ole booty
flexin with my girl iggy drinking tangeray
and you know we got the tooly
never simpin why them women wanna have my baby
they be water whippin in my town like the 80’s
bricks be flipping they gone whip it down like they slaving
you ain’t gotta play me
see it in yo face you hate me but f+ck them hoes
i’m flexing, money, i’m flexing
i’m flexing, cars, i’m flexing
i’m flexing, diamonds, i’m flexing
i’m flexing, i been on their neck
i’m flexing
i’m flexing, clothes, i’m flexing
i’m flexing, these hoes, i’m flexing
i’m flexing, i’m flexing
i’m flexing, i’m flexing
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