FleXXin' & Fine$$in' E

I hit that blow, I go nobody. She on that pole, working for guap. She know the code for free designer. Came to my show, I came inside her. Flexing on decimals. Fuck me a bitch out of Mexico. Boy, oh boy, that neck exceptional. Tight pussy, highly injectable. I just applaud for more of the vegetables 'til My pockets are full. Pray to the Lord that you stay flexible. I might just let you go. Posting up pics with my side hoes. Both of them willing to ride. Hoping my chick never find those. If so, she bring hell by the side. All of my life, I've been told that I'll Be nothing more than some shit for a fly. I hate to correct them, but bro, I might Be a piece of a ship, but I'm fly. Count my money slow, eeny, meeny, Miney. Need more racks on top of racks, Let's just rack that rack. Visualize the pot of gold, money and a shiny Home. That's why all I ever know. Flexing and finessing. All of my bitches impressive. Started from trenches, now we in the section. Find us a way to go heal the depression. Calling my demons confession. Flexing and finessing. All of my brothers, they way too aggressive. To come out the gutter a hell of a Blessing. That's why we counting up Benjamins restless. Teaching them young boys a lesson. Flexing and finessing, finessing, Finessing. Flex. Yeah, yeah, flex, finessing, Finessing. Flex. Oh, finessing. Yeah, yeah. Big dick up to my mama, Two eggs, the persona. Walked out of the courtroom, fuck you and your Honor. The ones loving comedy, don't want no drama. I'm calling my llama, my papa, and pop, I go pop, pop, pop. Tell mothers to buckle up. So deep in the blue prints. Got keys and we bumping the bass. They call us the blues band. You telling me lies to my face. So no more excuses. Bitch, I'm the contract and rip it up. Fuck all your producers. See, the problem with you motherfuckers, You ain't never creating no new shit. You ain't repping that raw shit. As for me, I get my inspiration from the highest weed in The dispensary. Travis, what up? It's already whatever. Count my money slow, eeny, meeny, Miney. Need more racks on top of racks, Let's just rack that rack. Visualize the pot of gold, money and a shiny Home. That's why all I ever know. Flexing and finessing. All of my bitches impressive. Started from trenches, now we in the section. Find us a way to go heal the depression. Calling my demons confession. Flexing and finessing. All of my brothers, they way too aggressive. To come out the gutter a hell of a Blessing. That's why we counting up Benjamins restless. Teaching them young boys a lesson.