Flex - Cashier Lyrics

I don't want that hoe she on the same shit as last year
Learn something
Got her counting cash like a cashier
Round trips
If I don't like the weather get from round there
How the f*ck he say he from the bottom you wasn't down there
I don't care if bro nem in the wrong
I'm looking past that
Any bitch whoever heard my song I could smash that
If she don't like my Benz she aint got no taste
F*ck her
You gotta happy home keep her out my face
Tuck her

I'm in the 305 sliding feet up behind the tint
Run up the numbers dial it
Nigga I'm vibing I ain't been silent since
I'm looking for smoke
I'm legally blind I never could find the shit
She want to rock on the mic
If she do aight I might have to sign the bitch
They tryna sign the kid
I tatted 100 right over my ribs
That's really the way that I'm is
Man one of my bitches got so many kids
I hope they don't find the glizz
Man me and my brother we're one in the same and whatever mine is his
I'm stopping at Pink
I'm finna go shopping for one of my bitches
And I don't show no affection
Soon as she get on my nerves I give her some money and buy her a section
We got the key to the streets
I'm who they come to to turn off the pressure
I gotta pick up the extra
Bet she gone do what I say like Alexa
Bitch
Z06 slidin
Nigga if you aint that rich be quiet
I gotta stay up and get this count
He don't want no money he tired
Hell naw that name don't ring no bell
Shorty don't know me he lied
(Stunting)
If it ain't no apartment then it ain't no renting
Anything we like we buy it
Bitch
In the penthouse suite she twerking
Imma buy that hoe bag
Birkin
Push down on the gas
Jerkin
Every night I'm in the lab
Working
I'll never be broke another day in my life
I was down on my last
Hurtin
I don't want her no more I'm certain

I don't want that hoe she on the same shit as last year
Learn something
Got her counting cash like a cashier
Round trips
If I don't like the weather get from around there
How the f*ck he say he from the bottom you wasn't down there
I don't care if bro nem in the wrong
I'm looking past that
Any bitch whoever heard my song I could smash that
If she don't like my Benz she aint got no taste
F*ck her
You gotta happy home keep her out my face
Tuck her