Flewed Out (feat. Lil Baby)

Cheeze

Married to the streets, I can't divorce it

Know some rich **** prolly never made the Forbes list

Still, I'll bust a move in some Jordans (Jordans)

Make 'em take her 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' from 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 ****, two commas (Commas)

I been poppin' back that money, so **** can't even 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 when **** 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 her 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 get flewed out for the weekend

I got some money I'm tryna blow, give me a reason

You and your friend, the penthouse, Four Season

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 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 bounce this ass like I'm strippin' in the G5

Plenty **** tried, had to hit 'em with the deny

Tell him that he gotta spend a bag for a reply (Haha)

Patek the wrist, I'm such a boss bitch (Boss bitch)

Multiple 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, the penthouse, Four Season

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 get flewed out for the weekend

JT back, trap **** bring the blues out (Yeah)

I was in a cell, Yung Miami gettin' flewed out (Ah)

Put this pussy on him, make a **** 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

Pussy on his nose in the back of the Rolls (What's up?)

Post up the food, but don't post the **** (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, the penthouse, Four Season

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 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