Rob49 - Flexing Hard

Yeah, flexing hard, bitch, I'm up, I swear to God
I'm so used to countin' money, I count a million in the dark
She say she don't fuck with girls until I made her fuck ol' girl
Count a million in her face, I'm out my mind like Uncle Earl
Yeah, yeah, treat a nigga just like Wheezy, get 'em outta here, huh
Put that phone up, you ain't slick, don't get beside yourself, huh
Pushin' pounds outside the trap look like I bodybuild, huh
I got hoes cheatin' on they nigga for a body lift, huh

I can't be with none of these niggas who cooperatin'
She gon' do whatever I tell her just like Simon said it
I just popped a mm-hmm, I can't wait to take it
Nigga, don't try me like no rapper this shit entertainin'
I done showed 'em so much love these niggas still be hatin'
Had to know I told my bro when she told me don't say shit
I'ma get on vanish mode 'cause I can't put my face in
I can't stand a screenshot ho, most these hoes basic
I can sell these for a band and do 'em dirty, huh
I'ma make 'em hate my gang, Kyrie Irving, huh
I done sold so many turkeys, I'm a turkey, nigga
Two goes just on me, bet she like a circus

Yeah, flexing hard, bitch, I'm up, I swear to God
I'm so used to countin' money, I count a million in the dark
She say she don't fuck with girls until I made her fuck ol' girl
Count a million in her face, I'm out my mind like Uncle Earl
Yeah, yeah, treat a nigga just like Wheezy, get 'em outta here, huh
Put that phone up, you ain't slick, don't get beside yourself, huh
Pushin' pounds outside the trap look like I bodybuild, huh
I got hoes cheatin' on they nigga for a body lift, huh

I'ma buy this bitch, huh
I'm a trapper, nigga, huh
It don't cost nothing for the four to go get active with him, huh
I'm still out here with them bags, lookin' like Santa 'nem, huh
Trappin' dead, you niggas scared, and I don't feel that shit, huh
How it feel, huh, ask me how it feel, huh
I woke up with a mil' when we was just stuck in the field, huh
Tell me how you lit when you ain't put bro in position, huh
Soon as I pull up, she take 'em off 'cause I'm that nigga, huh
Uh, I'm that nigga, huh, bitch, I'm that nigga, huh
Uh, I'm that nigga, huh, bitch, flexin' hard
Uh, I'm that nigga, huh, bitch, I'm that nigga, huh
Uh, I'm that nigga, huh, flexin' hard

Yeah, flexing hard, bitch, I'm up, I swear to God
I'm so used to countin' money, I count a million in the dark
She say she don't fuck with girls until I made her fuck ol' girl
Count a million in her face, I'm out my mind like Uncle Earl
Yeah, yeah, treat a nigga just like Wheezy, get 'em outta here, huh
Put that phone up, you ain't slick, don't get beside yourself, huh
Pushin' pounds outside the trap look like I bodybuild, huh
I got hoes cheatin' on they nigga for a body lift, huh

Written by:
Robert Thomas, Gregory Sanders Jr.

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