City Girls, Lil Baby - Flewed Out lyrics

Cheeze

Married to the streets, I can't divorce it
Know some rich niggas probably
Never make 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 here
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 nigga, two commas (Commas)
I been poppin' back that money
So niggas even can't 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 niggas 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 a 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 to get flewed out for the weekend

I got some money I'm tryna blow
Give me a reason
You and your friend, a penthouse
Four Seasons
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 to get flewed out for the weekend

Gotta spend a hundred if you
Really want it flewed out
(Period) Pussy make him pick it
Up and move out (Yup)
Head 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' at the G5 plenty niggas 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, a penthouse
Four Seasons
You do the job, I pay the tab, we eatin'
Bitch tryna get flewed out for the weekend
(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' (yeah)
Bitch tryna to get flewed out for the weekend
(Ha, what's up?)

JT back, trap niggas bring the blues out
(yeah) i was in the cell
Yung Miami gettin’ flewed out (Ah)
Put this pussy on him, make a nigga say "Ooh
Ahh" city Girls hot but my jewelry too cool
Everybody wanna be relationship goals (yeah)
How they trick sis
We ain’t savin' these hoes (Uh, huh)
Fly a hood bitch from Miami to Melrose (yeah)
Pussy on his nose in the back of the Rolls
(What's up?)
Post up the food, but don’t post the nigga
(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, a penthouse
Four Seasons
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 to 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