Flewed Out (feat. Lil Baby)

Cheeze, Cheeze, Cheeze Married to the streets, I can't do forest Know some rich niggas prolly never make the Forbes list Still, I'll bust a move in some Jordans (Jordans) Make 'em take their phone, I know she tryna record me Flew her on the jet, I got chartered, yeah Half a million, now a hundred my starter kit Press a button on the whip and make it start up Everybody trappin', turn the 'partment to the corridor I believe in God, not in Karma (Karma) Ain't fuckin' with these bitches who just lookin' for a comma (comma) Seven figure nigga, two commas (commas) I been poppin' back that money so niggas even can't relate I been runnin' up from zeros, some shit I just gotta say Everybody got a job, I guess they position to hate I can deal with niggas talkin', as long they in they place I was married to the game, I'm just happy I got away Then I take a picture with a R in the seat I ain't fuckin' with that lil' boy, he beneath me I got stars watchin' over me when I'm sleep Shorty really love me, she just scared I'ma leave Give a couple thousand every time that we creep We ain't makin' nothin' competition, we just leasin' Only hittin' baddies, can't be fuckin' 'round with decent Bitch tryna to get flewed out for the weekend I got some money I'm tryna blow, give me a reason You and your friend, a penthouse, Four Seasons You do the job, I pay the tab, we eatin' Bitch tryna get flewed out for the weekend We stayin' over, I'm on mine, no sleepin' Get you a bag and put it up for no reason Pick up the cash and count it up, then we leavin' Bitch tryna to get flewed out for the weekend Gotta spend a hundred if you really want it flewed out (period) Pussy make him pack it up and move out (yup) Hair worth the last name and new house Fuckin' on a private my mood now (haha) Let him eat this pussy on the G5 I'ma bust this ass like I'm strippin' in the G5 Plenty niggas tryna hit, had to hit 'em with the deny Tell him that he gotta spend a bag to get a reply (haha) Patek the wrist, I'm such a boss bitch (boss bitch) My two Birkins like they don't cost shit (cost shit) Suckin' him dead, he in the coffin Pussy tsunami, Miami Dolphin (haha) I got some money I'm tryna blow, give me a reason You and your friend, a penthouse, Four Seasons You do the job, I pay the tab, we eatin' Bitch tryna get flewed out for the weekend (for the weekend) We stayin' over, I'm on mine, no sleepin' Get you a bag and put it up for no reason Pick up the cash and count it up, then we leavin' (yeah) Bitch tryna to get flewed out for the weekend (ha, what's up?) JT back, trap niggas bring the blues out (yeah) I was in the cell, Yung Miami gettin' flewed out (ah) Put this pussy on him, make a nigga say "ooh, ahh" City Girls hot but my jewelry too cool Everybody wanna be relationship goals (yeah) How they tricks, sis, we ain't savin' these hoes (uh-huh) Fly a hood bitch from Miami to Melrose (yeah) Pussy on his nose in the back of the Rolls (what's up?) Post up the food but don't post the nigga (nah) Post up the bag but don't post the spender (no) Kiss and you tell? I'ma suspend you (bye) Free game but this pussy expensive (period) I got some money I'm tryna blow, give me a reason You and your friend, a penthouse, Four Seasons You do the job, I pay the tab, we eatin' Bitch tryna get flewed out for the weekend We stayin' over, I'm on mine, no sleepin' Get you a bag and put it up for no reason Pick up the cash and count it up, then we leavin' Bitch tryna to get flewed out for the weekend Bitch tryna get flewed out for the weekend Bitch tryna get flewed out for the weekend Bitch tryna get flewed out for the weekend