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marty baller - flex lyrics

[intro]
yeah, i see you n-gga (h-llo)
got me sh-tting on my ex, yeah

[hook]
(who they gon’) flex, flex, flex, flex
(now who they gon’) flex, flex, flex, flex
leave them p-ssy n-ggas wet, marty know that they upset
man, i’m all about my checks, and i’m sh-tting on my ex
flex, flex, flex, flex
(who they gon’) flex, flex, flex, flex
when i walk up on the scene, n-ggas staring at my jeans
doing sh-t you never seen, mask on, halloween
flex, flex, flex, flex
flex, flex, flex, flex
you don’t know then i don’t know, me, i’m all about my dough
’bout to have another show, get my chips, i gotta go

[verse 1]
tryna cop a porsche, tell me what it cost
wanna start it up, it sound like a horse
leave them n-ggas lost, and i’m on that sauce
and i feel like ross, know that i’m a boss
please don’t get me drunk, i’d rather blow that skunk
know my b-tch is bad, and she got a donk
“marty put me on, you know i’m tryna spit”
i just tell them n-ggas, “come up with a hit”
you know i’m with the sh-ts, i’m too legit to quit
when i have a show, b-tches show they t-ts
stand up on the stage, they try to grab my d-ck
b-tches want a pic, n-ggas want a pic

[hook]
flex, flex, flex, flex
(now who they gon’) flex, flex, flex, flex
leave them p-ssy n-ggas wet, marty know that they upset
man, i’m all about my checks, and i’m sh-tting on my ex
flex, flex, flex, flex
flex, flex, flex, flex
when i walk up on the scene, n-ggas staring at my jeans
doing sh-t you never seen, mask on, halloween
flex, flex, flex, flex
flex, flex, flex, flex
you don’t know then i don’t know, me, i’m all about my dough
’bout to have another show, get my chips, i gotta go

[verse 2]
man, i’m all about dough, f-ck your b-tch, i don’t know
she was loving my flow, she ain’t paid for a show
starting to feel al ‘po, money calling, i’ll go
make it rain, i make it snow, count the money, watch it grow
still get it for the low, all the kush that i blow
backwoods with me, rolled, when i’m out on the road
when i’m out on the road, yeah, i’m f-cking your hoe
when i’m f-cking your hoe, got her touching her toes
all this money that i blow, we could never keep it low
get my sh-t, i gotta go, sayonara, adios
let the dope be in the boats, bet i take her coast to coast
all these b-tches do the most, get the trips and then i’m ghost

[hook]
flex, flex, flex, flex
(now who they gon’) flex, flex, flex, flex
leave them p-ssy n-ggas wet, marty know that they upset
man, i’m all about my checks, and i’m sh-tting on my ex

- marty baller lyrics

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