Nice Flaco - Omg!

Nice Flaco man
Nice Flaco cabron
Dimelo mami
Andmo una vuelta a la calle cabron

Now I'm rich and I get paid, it's too much stress like oh my god
So I'm like who and she like me and I can't fuck cause she a thot
I pop a xan take it away I said I'm OK but no I'm not
Too much stress but fuck it I'm blessed oh goodness oh my god

Now I'm rich and I get paid, it's too much stress like oh my god
So I'm like who and she like me and I can't fuck cause she a thot
I pop a xan take it away I said I'm OK but no I'm not
Too much stress but fuck it I'm blessed oh goodness pray to god

Said I'm OK bitch no I'm not you know how i love to lie
Know that bitch is gonna kill me but she knows I wanna die
Know i miss you, do you miss me? Stretch back like limousine
Lost the top now I'm seeing stars lost the top now I'm seeing things
Popping it so I levitate designer clothes you can't replace
Off a yearp can't see my lace of the earth can't feel my face
So now i'm rich bitch so what
I make racks he do not
Flex on me i think not
He ain't shit so you shoot your shot
So now its ring ring ring and I don't pick up the phone
Please stop calling me you know that I ain't home
So now its ring ring ring and I don't pick up the phone
Please stop calling me you know that I ain't home

You know that i ain't home you know its OMG
I might go off this earth count it like 123
Rich as fuck like me no one is up like me
You know that I'm too gone you know its OMG

Now I'm rich and I get paid, it's too much stress like oh my god
So I'm like who and she like me and I can't fuck cause she a thot
I pop a xan take it away I said I'm OK but no I'm not
Too much stress but fuck it I'm blessed oh goodness oh my god

Now I'm rich and I get paid, it's too much stress like oh my god
So I'm like who and she like me and I can't fuck cause she a thot
I pop a xan take it away I said I'm OK but no I'm not
Too much stress but fuck it I'm blessed oh goodness pray to god

I been leaning, off a perc
Fuck that shit, cause I need work
Up in space I'm better off
Ain't no friends on planet earth
Fuck that bih, fuck that hate
I get fetty I get cake
I get plenty I come late
Two tone rolex cannot save
I get the shit for the low then sell to bro now the homie is having seizure (Uh)
Tell him I'm sorry my vision is foggy bustdown all glass on my freezer
She like me, I'm pretty
Now She highfy, we litty
Make her wifey, not really
Say she like me, not really
No not really no not really
Fuck dat bih cannot come see me
Trapshit too hard don't come near me
All these commas get way to scary
Catier frames they hold my glasses
Catier frames the all my lens
Counting these bands might need new glasses
Counting these bands don't need no friends

You know that I ain't home you know its OMG
I might go off this earth count it like 123
Rich as fuck like me no one is up like me
You know that I'm too gone you know its OMG

Now I'm rich and I get paid, it's too much stress like oh my god
So I'm like who and she like me and I can't fuck cause she a thot
I pop a xan take it away I said I'm OK but no I'm not
Too much stress but fuck it I'm blessed oh goodness oh my god

Now I'm rich and I get paid, it's too much stress like oh my god
So I'm like who and she like me and I can't fuck cause she a thot
I pop a xan take it away I said I'm OK but no I'm not
Too much stress but fuck it I'm blessed oh goodness pray to god

Nice Flaco man
Dimelo mami
Shoutout pablo

Written by:
Carlos Caine

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