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nick heal - flex (get buck) lyrics

verse 1:
see me drive by with that peace sign, hoe
think you got a clue but these b-tches don’t know
say you got dough but your money don’t show
and the only thing i think about the money’s gettin’ mo’
gonna blow; in the zone; young king on the thrown
cooking up tunes while you cookin’ on the stove
get love at the show while these hoes drop it low
my homies on the “xan” while i’m smokin’ on the dro, on the low
i been flowin’ and keepin’ it real knowin’ that money is the mission
i’m buying a pack, blow it back
got a blunt tucked by the back of a black bucket hat
reached the end zone of the zip i had to run it back
they say that, “time’s money,” lemme flash back
b-tch you getting no credit, no cash back
scratch that, only got a b-tch just to tap that, -ss clap
and my money mean that’s mad stacks, ooh
gotta get a check just to cash that
plus he got five-hundred in his backpack, hoe
no love cause we hittin’ the road
and these b-tches know i’m leaving so they doin’ the most
west coast where we’re headed, b-tch you already know
then gimme some more time, man i’ll circle the globe
i’m probly stoned backwoods so i’m clearing my throat
maybe we should make it clear i ain’t cuffin’ a hoe
got a b-tch riding shoty and she lovin’ the smoke
i’m on the phone with the homie, said he blowin’ the o’s
run the show, gettin’ money, do a sip of the dro
now i’m rolling up a switcher take it all to the dome
i’m gone

hook:
got the weed rollin’ up like that (rollin’ up)
down pee in the cup like that (eh)
got hoes in the cut like that (in the cut)
same hoe show me love like that

verse 2:
always stuntin’, i’m smokin’ on something
the come up, i’m lovin
catch me at the function
i’m smoking an onion
we just having fun and we turnin’ it up
man there ain’t a discussion
lean in a cup and some gas in a blunt
this b-tch on my hip and i’m g-ssing her up
never p-ss on a blunt
now i’m p-ssing a blunt to the one that’s the baddest
i’m [???] in a rut (yeah)
and that weed get lit when the lights out
jump in front of stage to the crowd now
quiet on the f-cking come up and we loud now
finally got a job, i don’t never wanna clock out
stop now, b-tches used to hate me, on my c-ck now
never have to worry, got this money on lock-down
me and the homie, we burned half of the ounce now
got these b-tches in the penthouse till they knocked out
what?

- nick heal lyrics

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