Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Man, I got tens of dollars in my pocket right now
No flex (We packin' diamond pistols)
[Verse 2]
I don't mean to flex, but I been havin' sex (Uh-huh)
Like once a week, at least, or two if my girl ain't stressed
I don't mean to brag (Naw), but my bandwidth is fat (Fat)
I got that Hulu Plus, bitch, streamin' with no ad (No ad?)
I don't pay the tab (Naw), I'm drinkin' whiskey neat (Hard)
'Cause I know the owner, Paul, he let me drink for free (Man)
I get my hair cut twice a month (Twice), that's my routine
Don't mean to stunt, but it's tough when my neck's so clean (Ay)
[Verse 3]
I'm speakin' Spanish to the valet, no flex
He peeped my girl, she got that V-neck, yeah, out here showin' breast
Push a entry-level Audi, my jeans distressed (Yeah)
My 9-5 keep me tied down like I'm possessed
I could buy out H&M (Cash), no interest on the lease
I'm controllin' what I spend (Smart)
Give me sixty months and I'ma sign that shit again
Money lookin' nice, got me keepin' up with trends
[Verse 4]
Flex, not tryna flex
Man, I'm holdin' half a stack, not tryna flex
Flex, not tryna flex
Take your bitch to Nordstrom Rack, that's not a flex
Flex, not tryna flex
Man, I'm holdin' half a stack, not tryna flex
Flex, not tryna flex
Take your bitch to Nordstrom Rack, that's not a flex
[Verse 5]
Body count up in the double digits (Eleven)
And when we hit the club, we grease some palms, and we get in it
(Slip a five)
I pull up in a foreign whip, you hear my Honda Civic (Vroom)
I pulled another foreign bitch, I think she might be British (I got a text)
Pop the fuckin' champagne, sippin' Cook's
And if I like her, I'ma poke her, go insane on the 'Book
I'm reckless on the 'Gram, I can't be tamed, I'm a crook (Uh-huh)
I'm back, fifty weeks, likin' pics, you wish you could, too (Yeah)
[Verse 6]
You can call me Two Face with the way I'm tossin' coin (Boy)
I don't do no chains, jeans too tight around my groin
Posted, smokin' on this pen, bitch, I don't roll no joints
Got a couple open bottles rollin' through these checkpoints
Man, I always pay the rent, ain't not holds up on my checks
If the waitress treat me right, I'm tippin' twenty-one percent
Pay for Tidal, should be cancelled every month, but I forget
It's whatever, I'm too clever, get refunded by the rep, motherfucker
It's not a
[Verse 7]
Flex, not tryna flex
Man, I'm holdin' half a stack, not tryna flex
Flex, not tryna flex
Take your bitch to Nordstrom Rack, that's not a flex
Flex, not tryna flex
Man, I'm holdin' half a stack, not tryna flex
Flex, not tryna flex
Take your bitch to Nordstrom Rack, that's not a flex
Written by: Christian Dold, Cody Kolodziejzyk, Noel Miller
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