Shoki, convolk - Flexin lyrics
[Shoki, convolk - Flexin lyrics]
Yeah, yeah dutchie on the beat
Ouuu, ouuu, ouuu, yeah, skrrt, skrrt
Flexin', shawty I be flexin’
Designer on my wrist i be flexin'
Flexin', shawty I be flexin’
I don't waste no fucking time
I get them checks in
All this fucking clout was a blessing
They ask me if I'm stressin'
Nah, I'm messin' boy, I got all the designer
I be dressing flex up on your bitch
Yeah, I be finessin'
Flexin', shawty I be flexin’
Designer on my wrist i be flexin’
Flexin', shawty I be flexin’
I don't waste no fucking time
I get them checks in
Yeah, they try to text me had to fuck em up
I don't understand i'm off a double cup
Slurrin’ all my words i don't give a fuck
If you gonna try me we 'bouta get buck
Yeah, yeah we bouta get buck, yeah
Time to run it up, yeah
Time to count it up, yeah
Got all of these commas
I'm tryna round them up, yeah
Got too many checks they starting to pile up
Flexin', shawty I be flexin'
Designer on my wrist i be flexin'
Flexin', shawty I be flexin'
I don't waste no fucking time
I get them checks in
Flexin', flexin'
Don't you tell me shit, fuck suggestions
I know I'm not the only one you talkin' to
So don't be mad if I don't
Want to talk to you
Why does every bitch gotta be a thot now?
What happened to when people
Could just settle down?
I wanna fall in love
But you just fuck around
Guess I'll be a thot too
And fuck your friends now
Money on my mind, bitch I'm over you
I think that I'ma ghost you 'cuz it's overdue
Money on my mind like a baseball cap
Seventeen racks and a Gucci bag
Yeah money on my mind, bitch I'm over you
Money on my mind, bitch I'm over you
Money on my mind, bitch I'm over you
Think that I'ma ghost you, yeah it's overdue
Ouuu, ouuu, ouuu, yeah, skrrt, skrrt
Flexin', shawty I be flexin’
Designer on my wrist i be flexin'
Flexin', shawty I be flexin’
I don't waste no fucking time
I get them checks in
All this fucking clout was a blessing
They ask me if I'm stressin'
Nah, I'm messin' boy, I got all the designer
I be dressing flex up on your bitch
Yeah, I be finessin'
Flexin', shawty I be flexin’
Designer on my wrist i be flexin’
Flexin', shawty I be flexin’
I don't waste no fucking time
I get them checks in
Yeah, they try to text me had to fuck em up
I don't understand i'm off a double cup
Slurrin’ all my words i don't give a fuck
If you gonna try me we 'bouta get buck
Yeah, yeah we bouta get buck, yeah
Time to run it up, yeah
Time to count it up, yeah
Got all of these commas
I'm tryna round them up, yeah
Got too many checks they starting to pile up
Flexin', shawty I be flexin'
Designer on my wrist i be flexin'
Flexin', shawty I be flexin'
I don't waste no fucking time
I get them checks in
Flexin', flexin'
Don't you tell me shit, fuck suggestions
I know I'm not the only one you talkin' to
So don't be mad if I don't
Want to talk to you
Why does every bitch gotta be a thot now?
What happened to when people
Could just settle down?
I wanna fall in love
But you just fuck around
Guess I'll be a thot too
And fuck your friends now
Money on my mind, bitch I'm over you
I think that I'ma ghost you 'cuz it's overdue
Money on my mind like a baseball cap
Seventeen racks and a Gucci bag
Yeah money on my mind, bitch I'm over you
Money on my mind, bitch I'm over you
Money on my mind, bitch I'm over you
Think that I'ma ghost you, yeah it's overdue