Flexed Out

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Ahem!

[Chorus]
So many people like to brag
I’m feelin’ flexed out (Flexed out)
Rollie don’t even do shit
I’m feelin’ flexed out (Flexed out)
Wanna see who’s more rich?
Time to bring the cheques out (Cheques out)
Don’t wanna wait anymore
I want my respect now (Respect now)
So many people like to brag
I’m feelin’ flexed out (Flexed out)
Scrollin’ through the Gram
I be feelin’ flexed out (Flexed out)
Private properties from
L.A. to Cape Town (Cape Town)
They really wanna beef
I’ll take ‘em to the steakhouse (Steakhouse)

[Verse 1]
What I see on the net?
Expensive purchases
But I don't let people know
When I be earnin' shit
I know motherfuckers butthurt
I leave these virgins pissed
This the type of shit I'm workin' with
Until the Earth don't spin
Until I don't gotta work no more
And just have a normal Monday
I don't ever speak to nobody
Under the 401k
'Cause if you ain't makin' moves
I don't wanna hear about it
And I'm at a different level than y'all
You can't get near my clout, bitch
Every day I wake up
And there's new cash to blow
Bitches be trippin’
Never give a fuck about a hoe
And I do the most
‘Cause all I do is flow
Just like a Capricorn
I’m a muhfuckin’ goat
Muhfuckin’ goat
I’m the best
You talk a lot outta your mouth
So I’m aimin’ at your neck
How you fuck a 10 outta 10
I know you payin’ for your sex
Once again, they stay mad
They just hate to see me flex, flex, flex

[Chorus]
So many people like to brag
I’m feelin’ flexed out (Flexed out)
Rollie don’t even do shit
I’m feelin’ flexed out (Flexed out)
Wanna see who’s more rich?
Time to bring the cheques out (Cheques out)
Don’t wanna wait anymore
I want my respect now (Respect now)
So many people like to brag
I’m feelin’ flexed out (Flexed out)
Scrollin’ through the Gram
I be feelin’ flexed out (Flexed out)
Private properties from
L.A. to Cape Town (Cape Town)
They really wanna beef
I’ll take ‘em to the steakhouse (Steakhouse)

[Verse 2]
You just talk the talk
But you never walk the walk
How you claim you got a Lambo
But you drive a 4x4
Put ‘em in a pack like FIFA
Smoke the opps like reefer
I heard you say, you don’t like me
Nah, I don’t like me neither
I know you talkin’ shit about me to your friends
I can’t find my secrets
‘Cause they’re on the internet
Had a couple homies
That turned out to be pretend
I done traded my tears
For a diamond Patek
Now I’m upset
What’s the point of havin’ money
If you don’t burn it
My wrist like an iceberg
And my bars like a furnace
I’m here for a reason
So I think I deserve it
Give it five years
I’ll be the one they all worship
Yeah bitch, I can’t wait
To see what’s next
Doin’ better than ever
You would hate to be my ex
If I see it, I’ma buy it
Rock with APs and baguettes
Once again, they stay mad
They just hate to see me flex, flex, flex

[Chorus]
So many people like to brag
I’m feelin’ flexed out (Flexed out)
Rollie don’t even do shit
I’m feelin’ flexed out (Flexed out)
Wanna see who’s more rich?
Time to bring the cheques out (Cheques out)
Don’t wanna wait anymore
I want my respect now (Respect now)
So many people like to brag
I’m feelin’ flexed out (Flexed out)
Scrollin’ through the Gram
I be feelin’ flexed out (Flexed out)
Private properties from
L.A. to Cape Town (Cape Town)
They really wanna beef
I’ll take ‘em to the steakhouse (Steakhouse)