Showjoe - Flexxonahoe Lyrics

Why you talk so much, nigga, push up (push up!)
I can flex on a bitch, do push ups (flex)
Outside your crib, don't look up (ha)
She look my way, then I took her (yeah)
Light skin, nigga, Devon Booker
I'm a real deal cooker
And your bitch, she a looker
And your mans, he a sucker
I be flexin' to the sup up
Make cash til the sun up
Make hits til the sun up
If he talk shit, then he get done up
(blrrt, bow)
She wanna kick shit, no punter (yeah)
I'm upping the score, yeah one up
She get hit soon as the sun come up (yah)
I put in the sport, can't outrun us (what?)
I kick through the door, yeah, the front up
I got the key, no Alicia (what)
Making art, Mona Lisa (what)
I knew that bitch was a eater
When she let me back seat her (what)
F*ck her once then I delete her
Walk in stores and cash out Visa
She a bad bitch, yes, a diva
No, I can't f*ck with no treesha
I could take you to a new life
Here's Benji, nice to meet ya (yeah)
I could take you to a new planet
Sit back, kick your feet up
(Where we at?)
She said, boy, you so outstanding
Stole her heart, bandit
We pull up in big shit, you still in the transit (uh, huh)
We ball hard like full court, you still in the stands bitch
Send a hoe to the bench, cause I can't stand it (ow)
Why you talk so much, nigga, push up (push up!)
I can flex on a bitch, do push ups (flex)
Outside your crib, don't look up (ha)
She look my way, then I took her (yeah)
Light skin, nigga, Devon Booker
I'm a real deal cooker
And your bitch, she a looker
And your mans, he a sucker
(Yeah)
I be flexin' to the sup up
Make cash til the sun up
Make hits til the sun up
If he talk shit, then he get done up (what?)
(blrrt, bow)
She wanna kick shit, no punter (yeah)
I'm upping the score, yeah one up
She get hit soon as the sun come up (yah)
(A-a-are y-)
(Are you?)