(Oh oh you talkin' bout VinceNineSeven)
Man
Hold up
Yeah
Asking when do we depart?
Money's coming, I don't even need the charts
Big flex, imma' hit it in the dark
Hunnid' ways, niggas told me that I'm smart
In the hills, I ain't have no heart
She seen thrill, I get it on spot
Kick the bitch up out my room, don't touch the art
Bathroom got a balcony so I can fart
Cars new, we don't even walk
Pussy good, imma' tear that shit apart
I've been good, shit I don't know where to start
I'm out here, on the coastline swervin' foreigns
Yeah
On your god, I swear on flex the money large
They talk shit, look I got it up
Up in Fendi, I ain't seen no shit I want
Up in Gucci, I was laughing at the wall
Pull the laptop out, like button on that spot
I've been flexing, I said pull out all this guap
At the atm, they just told me to stop
No money left in there, I ran 'em out
Hold up bitch I am an army
Got that forty on me and I'm gonna go in
Jump inside that whip, I'm 'bout to speed right off
I'm in Malibu, I'm sippin' on this wok'
Got that yeah
Got that yeah
Got that yeah
Flex up uh yeah
Got that yeah
Got that yeah
Got that yeah
Woah
World we gon stop, Flex
Pull up with this...
Hold up
Uh hu
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(Oh oh you talkin' bout VinceNineSeven)
Man
Hold up
Yeah
Asking when do we depart?
Money's coming, I don't even need the charts
Big flex, imma' hit it in the dark
Hunnid' ways, niggas told me that I'm smart
In the hills, I ain't have no heart
She seen thrill, I get it on spot
Kick the bitch up out my room, don't touch the art
Bathroom got a balcony so I can fart
Cars new, we don't even walk
Pussy good, imma' tear that shit apart
I've been good, shit I don't know where to start
I'm out here, on the coastline swervin' foreigns
Yeah
On your god, I swear on flex the money large
They talk shit, look I got it up
Up in Fendi, I ain't seen no shit I want
Up in Gucci, I was laughing at the wall
Pull the laptop out, like button on that spot
I've been flexing, I said pull out all this guap
At the atm, they just told me to stop
No money left in there, I ran 'em out
Hold up bitch I am an army
Got that forty on me and I'm gonna go in
Jump inside that whip, I'm 'bout to speed right off
I'm in Malibu, I'm sippin' on this wok'
Got that yeah
Got that yeah
Got that yeah
Flex up uh yeah
Got that yeah
Got that yeah
Got that yeah
Woah
World we gon stop, Flex
Pull up with this...
Hold up
Uh hu
Man
Hold up
Yeah
Asking when do we depart?
Money's coming, I don't even need the charts
Big flex, imma' hit it in the dark
Hunnid' ways, niggas told me that I'm smart
In the hills, I ain't have no heart
She seen thrill, I get it on spot
Kick the bitch up out my room, don't touch the art
Bathroom got a balcony so I can fart
Cars new, we don't even walk
Pussy good, imma' tear that shit apart
I've been good, shit I don't know where to start
I'm out here, on the coastline swervin' foreigns
Yeah
On your god, I swear on flex the money large
They talk shit, look I got it up
Up in Fendi, I ain't seen no shit I want
Up in Gucci, I was laughing at the wall
Pull the laptop out, like button on that spot
I've been flexing, I said pull out all this guap
At the atm, they just told me to stop
No money left in there, I ran 'em out
Hold up bitch I am an army
Got that forty on me and I'm gonna go in
Jump inside that whip, I'm 'bout to speed right off
I'm in Malibu, I'm sippin' on this wok'
Got that yeah
Got that yeah
Got that yeah
Flex up uh yeah
Got that yeah
Got that yeah
Got that yeah
Woah
World we gon stop, Flex
Pull up with this...
Hold up
Uh hu
Writer: J R, J Robertson
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