Flex - Playboi Carti, Leven Kali

Walk in the buildin', I flex on that boy

I flex on that boy with the bag (Ooh)

Ice on my neck and my mama like:

«Boy, where you get all of that cash?»

I got the bag (Ooh), ice on my wrist

Mama like, «Where you get this?»

I got her sad (Ooh), gave her a brick

Then I gave her a lil' kiss, (Ooh)

Yeah, I rock out in the 6 (6)

But nigga, we fire, we split

I’m takin' your shit, you college kid (Ooh)

We really be poppin' shit (Ooh)

I hit a lick, no kid (Ooh)

I had a lick but no bih (Ooh)

She suck me up like a tick (Ooh)

Damn my weed smell like a pit (Ooh)

He do that talkin', he simp (Ooh)

Damn that bitch got a lil' thick (Ooh)

I told that bitch to come in

I told that bitch to come in

All of these bitches, they mad (Ooh)

All of these niggas, they mad (Ooh)

All of these bitches, they mad (Ooh)

All of these niggas, they mad (Ooh)

I walk in the bank and I laugh (Ooh)

I walk in the bank and I laugh (Ooh)

I walk in the bank and I laugh (Ooh)

Ooh, ooh, walk with a bag (Ooh)

Sad, ooh, sad, ooh, mad (Ooh)

All of these niggas, they mad (Ooh)

All of these niggas, they mad (Ooh)

Walk in the buildin', I flex on that boy

I flex on that boy with the bag (Ooh)

Ice on my neck and my mama like:

«Boy, where you get all of that cash?»

(Ayy)

Yeah, who the fuck is you talkin' to, nigga?

The fuck you think this is?

You think 'cause you got a couple dollars you a fuckin' playboy?

Nigga, you ain’t no fuckin' playboy, nigga

You ain’t nothin', nigga

Fuck outta here, Carti

Fuck outta here

Don’t call my phone with that shit, my nigga

Real mad

Nigga, I don’t ever get mad

This nigga trippin'

Is you mad or what?

Is you mad or what?

Girl, that’s bad for us

Say you mad for once

Said she had enough

Girl, that’s bad for us

She came back for once

Yeah it’s probably done

She gon' back that ass

I’m gonna spaz for us

Girl, that’s bad for us

Say you mad for once

Said she had enough

Girl, that’s bad for us

I guess you’re not feelin' me

Not feelin' the energy

Baby girl, we can do plan A

Baby girl, we can do plan B

I walk in that bitch, they playin' my shit

Walk in that bitch, eyes on the kicks

Walk in that bitch, eyes on the fit

I look at your bitch, then blow her a kiss (Mwah, ooh)

I got that deuce in the coupe

Got a white bitch like YesJulz

All of my niggas, they fool

Look at that boy, look at his jewels

All of my niggas, they bool

Louboutins bleed in the booth (Ooh)

These niggas, they lookin' like who?

Cash, Cash, Cash

My outfit just made the front page

Hop off the plane, I run to the stage (Yeah, ooh)

Your hoe gettin' laid (Yeah, ayy)

She might come in late

I heard that your nigga Atlanta

I heard that your nigga LA

I heard that your nigga a lame

Might sing on a bitch (Ayy)

Might sing on this shit

Might sing on a bitch

I might just sing on this shit

I might just sing on this shit

I might sing on this shit

I might just sing on this shit