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Rae Sremmurd - Flaunt It/Cheap [Official Audio]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Slim Jxmmi
Slim Jxmmi
Vocals
Swae Lee
Swae Lee
Vocals
Shirley Catharina Timmerman
Shirley Catharina Timmerman
Additional Vocals
Alexis Nicole Thrasher
Alexis Nicole Thrasher
Additional Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Solal Tong Cuong
Solal Tong Cuong
Songwriter
Aaquil Brown
Aaquil Brown
Songwriter
Andre Robertson
Andre Robertson
Songwriter
Justin Garner
Justin Garner
Songwriter
Keanu Torres
Keanu Torres
Songwriter
Khalif Brown
Khalif Brown
Songwriter
M. Williams
M. Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
J-Bo
J-Bo
Producer
Bizness Boi
Bizness Boi
Producer
Keanu Beats
Keanu Beats
Producer
Banshee The Great
Banshee The Great
Producer
Darryle "Rell" Gayle
Darryle "Rell" Gayle
Recording Engineer
JASIAH "SPYDASMIX" POSEY
JASIAH "SPYDASMIX" POSEY
Recording Engineer
Randy Lanphear
Randy Lanphear
Recording Engineer
Franklyn “PIECE” Perez
Recording Engineer
Jess Jackson
Jess Jackson
Mastering Engineer
David Bone
David Bone
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

I don't need help to swerve the new coupe This deal I closed, it serves a new suite New two-tone Rollie, watch it times two A few shot glasses, pour the Bumbu (Ear Drummers) New Mary jeans, designer socks too I got the swag flu, this a haiku I'm somethin' like you, might drink and drive too Worked nine-to-fives when I was in high school Up late nights, I'm workin' my move Just left Ashley house, around noon Now I'm at Kiara house, she in the mood I probably got a sextape comin' soon These shoes here don't come out 'til June Thank me, not an average dude Bentley, with one girl, I got a few Penthouse suite, yeah, it got a pool I can keep goin', if I got to This my pic, I'll crop you Married to the game, said my "I do's" Got a window seat, like Erykah Badu If you ain't got it, then you can't flaunt it Pull up, Lamborghini, S on it (Pull up, Lamborghini, S on it) (If you ain't got it, then you can't flaunt it) Let the roof down, I'm blowin' exotic Party girls be gettin' it started (Let the roof down, I'm blowin' exotic) (Party girls be gettin' it started) Fill my cup, 'til I'm lethargic (hey) Might not make it home 'til morning (yeah) Pockets fat, yeah, Samoan (hey) Next-door neighbors think I'm annoying (hey) On the side, nigga, I never get lonely (yeah) Shorty call me whenever she get horny (yeah) Four in the mornin', and I got her moanin' (hey) She a freak girl and I'm recordin' Is Swae your real brother? Uh, yeah Bought, bought, bought, bought the club She comin' home with me That top wasn't worth a dub (like this) You must be kiddin' me Well, what's up with the ones? This bitch deserve some twenties I done spent a dozen She hate a nigga that's cheap I know why she choke (choke), reachin' for this gas, I smoke (smoke) Hit her from the back, she poke-poke (yeah), hit her with the wood, like oak (oak) Ayy, I know why she so (so), get down, hit it on the floor (floor) Sit down, sir, racks too low, sit down, sit down, back too small My wrist colorful (colorful), your, gullible (gullible) Can't wife none of them (no), say her head game wonderful I bought you bottles, bitch (bottles), you don't owe me pussy Keep on, keep on poppin' it (poppin' it), you know I'm lookin' (ayy) She came here just to fuck, she came and took it (took it) Uh, she say she wanna fly out, I'm supposed to book it (book it) Must have seen that Cullinan, cash make hoes fall in love Broke, broke hoes, we be dodgin' 'em (woah) This fuckin' bad bitch never gave a fuck Bought, bought, bought, bought the club She comin' home with me That top wasn't worth a dub You must be kiddin' me Well, what's up with the ones? This bitch deserve some twenties I done spent a dozen She hate a nigga that's cheap (Ayy, ayy, ayy) Let me know if you tryna have fun (have fun) In the club, I got twenty-thousand ones (thousand ones) Yeah, I could pay your rent with a tip (with a tip) But that pussy gotta pop off the rip (off the rip) Skunk pack, bustin' out the zip (goddamn) Rubberband Man, like T.I.P. (like T.I.P.) Shorty throw it back and I grab her by the hips (yeah) Shorty throw it back and I grab by the hips Make it clap like an AK, ayy (ayy, ayy) I need the baddest bitch to the main stage (main stage) These girls ain't tryna behave (no, sir) Shorty want the whole team she brave My drop sit up on dubs Spend money, like it don't mean nothin' Swipe cards 'til the ATM broken Can't play, you ain't got no tokens Bought, bought, bought, bought the club She comin' home with me That top wasn't worth a dub You must be kiddin' me Well, what's up with the ones?? This bitch deserve some twenties I done spent a dozen She hate a nigga that's cheap
Writer(s): Khalif Malik Ibin Shaman Brown, Aaquil Iben Shamon Brown, Michael Len Williams, Andre Carnell Robertson, Justin Garner, Keanu Dean Torres, Solal Tong Cuong Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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