You know I gotta flex
Just copped a new chain
Now tell me what's next?
Always smoke a blunt after sex
Catch me coming out the tunnel like Funk Master Flex
Now that's a Big Kap
It's all fun cashing checks
Until I come around and I start snapping necks
Start breaking legs
And I aint even talking when you all take the stage
Or in the interview, when they start naming names
I'll make it rain, yo!
Welcome to the bar
Wearing gold killer
Where them gold diggers take a selfie with my car
I got a hundred billa's if you tell me who they are
Then Imma hit that chick up on her cellular tomorrow
Damn right,
Im gon' be flexing on her
Take her to the best restaurant
Put the pressure on her
I ain't even judging but she better tell me, "Yes, your honor."
Pussy a mess she got as wet as water
Flexin' on em!
Everywhere I go, everywhere I go
Everywhere I go, everywhere I go
Everywhere I go, everywhere I go
Everywhere I go, everywhere I go
Everywhere I go, everywhere I go
Everywhere I go, everywhere I go
Everywhere I go, everywhere I go
Everywhere I go, everywhere I go
I'm the cocaine Dope Man
I got tattoos scarier than you, man
50 pounds of Za
Every flavor, new strain
I paid a Scat Pack for my diamond cuban chain
Flexxx
Put the money in the bag
Don't ask no questions
Don't speed on the highway
Don't drive wreckless
Don't wear no hat, no watch, no necklace
Play the game right, G
Have a couple of Benz's
Flexxx
Free Game
F*ck a lame
God is good to ease the pain
All the G's, all the gangs
Smoking Za to mask the pain
What you need an 8-ball?
I got the flame
Everywhere I go, I'm smoking dank
What you thank?!
I got money in the bank
I got that Bobby Brown, that sha sha Shabba Ranks
Gotta bad little bitch like Tyra Banks
Lemon Cherry Gelato
Now my Porsche stank
6 figures in the bank!
Everywhere I go, everywhere I go
Everywhere I go, everywhere I go
Everywhere I go, everywhere I go
Everywhere I go, everywhere I go
Everywhere I go, everywhere I go
Everywhere I go, everywhere I go
Everywhere I go, everywhere I go
Everywhere I go, everywhere I go
J. Gamble - Flexxx (feat. Rude Hustle) Lyrics
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You know I gotta flex
Just copped a new chain
Now tell me what's next?
Always smoke a blunt after sex
Catch me coming out the tunnel like Funk Master Flex
Now that's a Big Kap
It's all fun cashing checks
Until I come around and I start snapping necks
Start breaking legs
And I aint even talking when you all take the stage
Or in the interview, when they start naming names
I'll make it rain, yo!
Welcome to the bar
Wearing gold killer
Where them gold diggers take a selfie with my car
I got a hundred billa's if you tell me who they are
Then Imma hit that chick up on her cellular tomorrow
Damn right,
Im gon' be flexing on her
Take her to the best restaurant
Put the pressure on her
I ain't even judging but she better tell me, "Yes, your honor."
Pussy a mess she got as wet as water
Flexin' on em!
Everywhere I go, everywhere I go
Everywhere I go, everywhere I go
Everywhere I go, everywhere I go
Everywhere I go, everywhere I go
Everywhere I go, everywhere I go
Everywhere I go, everywhere I go
Everywhere I go, everywhere I go
Everywhere I go, everywhere I go
I'm the cocaine Dope Man
I got tattoos scarier than you, man
50 pounds of Za
Every flavor, new strain
I paid a Scat Pack for my diamond cuban chain
Flexxx
Put the money in the bag
Don't ask no questions
Don't speed on the highway
Don't drive wreckless
Don't wear no hat, no watch, no necklace
Play the game right, G
Have a couple of Benz's
Flexxx
Free Game
F*ck a lame
God is good to ease the pain
All the G's, all the gangs
Smoking Za to mask the pain
What you need an 8-ball?
I got the flame
Everywhere I go, I'm smoking dank
What you thank?!
I got money in the bank
I got that Bobby Brown, that sha sha Shabba Ranks
Gotta bad little bitch like Tyra Banks
Lemon Cherry Gelato
Now my Porsche stank
6 figures in the bank!
Everywhere I go, everywhere I go
Everywhere I go, everywhere I go
Everywhere I go, everywhere I go
Everywhere I go, everywhere I go
Everywhere I go, everywhere I go
Everywhere I go, everywhere I go
Everywhere I go, everywhere I go
Everywhere I go, everywhere I go
Just copped a new chain
Now tell me what's next?
Always smoke a blunt after sex
Catch me coming out the tunnel like Funk Master Flex
Now that's a Big Kap
It's all fun cashing checks
Until I come around and I start snapping necks
Start breaking legs
And I aint even talking when you all take the stage
Or in the interview, when they start naming names
I'll make it rain, yo!
Welcome to the bar
Wearing gold killer
Where them gold diggers take a selfie with my car
I got a hundred billa's if you tell me who they are
Then Imma hit that chick up on her cellular tomorrow
Damn right,
Im gon' be flexing on her
Take her to the best restaurant
Put the pressure on her
I ain't even judging but she better tell me, "Yes, your honor."
Pussy a mess she got as wet as water
Flexin' on em!
Everywhere I go, everywhere I go
Everywhere I go, everywhere I go
Everywhere I go, everywhere I go
Everywhere I go, everywhere I go
Everywhere I go, everywhere I go
Everywhere I go, everywhere I go
Everywhere I go, everywhere I go
Everywhere I go, everywhere I go
I'm the cocaine Dope Man
I got tattoos scarier than you, man
50 pounds of Za
Every flavor, new strain
I paid a Scat Pack for my diamond cuban chain
Flexxx
Put the money in the bag
Don't ask no questions
Don't speed on the highway
Don't drive wreckless
Don't wear no hat, no watch, no necklace
Play the game right, G
Have a couple of Benz's
Flexxx
Free Game
F*ck a lame
God is good to ease the pain
All the G's, all the gangs
Smoking Za to mask the pain
What you need an 8-ball?
I got the flame
Everywhere I go, I'm smoking dank
What you thank?!
I got money in the bank
I got that Bobby Brown, that sha sha Shabba Ranks
Gotta bad little bitch like Tyra Banks
Lemon Cherry Gelato
Now my Porsche stank
6 figures in the bank!
Everywhere I go, everywhere I go
Everywhere I go, everywhere I go
Everywhere I go, everywhere I go
Everywhere I go, everywhere I go
Everywhere I go, everywhere I go
Everywhere I go, everywhere I go
Everywhere I go, everywhere I go
Everywhere I go, everywhere I go
Writer: Phil Gonzalez, Justin Gamble
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid