Ralph Rose - Flex

Had to slide up on this shit like I'm the best
Lately I been cooking while these niggas jack they next
Baby I can show you things, don't get attached cus I'll forget
This ain't New York City Rich
I told them niggas give it rest
Shawty cookin' up a brick
I taught her how to use the left
And I'm moving how I wanna
This is checkers, fuck the stress
I see them niggas plottin' on me for a check
Living rent free up in they head might be a flex
I got flavas for the neighbors, what you want?
What you (What?)
What you (What?)
What you want?
I know X gon' give it to ya, stop the playing get ya funds
Ticket master nigga wildin' spinnin' blocks for fun
Hol' up
I don't take shit I just put em right in they place
I know them same niggas bummy, trynna keep up the pace
But fuck it, I just do me a lot
They try to judge me off his story
But bitches bugged cus they ain't even see the plot
They ain't even think to plot
I see eye to eye, like aight but meet me in the parking lot
To back into the parking spot
I ain't playin' wit' em, they been asking for this shit a lot
I'm guessing what they dropping lookin' more ass than an insta thot
Had to slide up on this shit like I'm the best
Lately I been cooking while these niggas jack they next
Baby I can show you things, don't get attached cus I'll forget
This ain't New York City Rich
I told them niggas give it rest
Shawty cookin' up a brick
I taught her how to use the left
And I'm moving how I wanna
This is checkers, fuck the stress
I see them niggas plottin' on me for a check
Living rent free up in they head might be a flex
Got my niggas all around me like what's next
Ain't no pressure, I'm a baller
Never miss, pick up a tech
They can't stand me, I been chillin' with my foot up on they neck
Reposado in the mornin' got me sleeping in the jet
And where the party for the big steppa
Dawg just got a couple flings up outta queens, no salt n peppa
He said no one does it better
I can't let up, it's a different story you ain't even read up
Get ya bread up, 'fore them niggas try to keep you down forever
Had to slide up on this shit like I'm the best
Lately I been cooking while these niggas jack they next
Baby I can show you things, don't get attached cus I'll forget
This ain't New York City Rich
I told them niggas give it rest
Shawty cookin' up a brick
I taught her how to use the left
And I'm moving how I wanna
This is checkers, fuck the stress
I see them niggas plottin' on me for a check
Living rent free up in they head might be a flex

Written by:
Ralph Foxworth

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