D'Alpha and Melanchxly - FLOOD

On flight mode, I keep it silent homie
On autopilot, while I rest I keep it driving homie
I got the flames, don't need fuel
I keep it driving on E
Switching my lanes, get the change
I keep it pilling homie
I flood my pockets make it rain yea uh
I flood my pockets with some change yea uh
Just flood my pockets, fuck the fame yea uh
I flood my pockets kill the pain yea uh
I flood my pockets make it rain yea uh
I flood my pockets with some change yea uh
Just flood my pockets, fuck the fame yea uh
I flood my pockets kill the pain yea uh

Say fuck the fame
But they still gon know my name
See the clouds, they throwing shade
But I still don't feel the pain yea
I'm still the same
I won't switch up for some change
Old girl asked me where I'm going
I said onto better things yea
I need a fine ass bitch from the Bahamas
Give a fuck about the comments on her post
She get her commas up
So get the fuck up outta my face with all the nonsense
Niggas talking all the gossip
I'm just tryna get my dollars up (You dig)

On flight mode, I keep it silent homie
On autopilot, while I rest I keep it driving homie
I got the flames, don't need fuel
I keep it driving on E
Switching my lanes, get the change
I keep it pilling homie
I flood my pockets make it rain yea uh
I flood my pockets with some change yea uh
Just flood my pockets, fuck the fame yea uh
I flood my pockets kill the pain yea uh
I flood my pockets make it rain yea uh
I flood my pockets with some change yea uh
Just flood my pockets, fuck the fame yea uh
I flood my pockets kill the pain yea uh
I flood my pockets make it rain yea uh
I flood my pockets with some change yea uh
Just flood my pockets, fuck the fame yea uh
I flood my pockets kill the pain yea uh

So how 'bout we try this one more time?
Nothing but money on my mind
Racks and the bitches intertwined
Gotta keep that shit seperate, draw the line
On Gawd, my cards is on my chest
You the type to catch feelings via text
You the type to seek approval on the net
And if it bomb, fall back on Percocet
And I don't blame you (I don't blame you)
It's a viscous cycle, almost like we're trained to (trained to)
Said I don't blame you (I don't blame you)
It's a viscous cycle, almost like we're trained to (trained to)
Broke Flexx

Written by:
Bernard Dlamini, Partson Chamisa

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