Flex

Reporting live from the six

We cop bricks, break it down to dimes and the nicks

Pass the lick to my dog, my nigga that's the assist

Now my niggas getting paid like we play for the Knicks

All this money that we get got me feeling like I'm A-Rod

Niggas try to flex on me, don't quit your day job

Boy I got some shit to make an atheist say God

Hard as we work, you thinking we wouldn't play hard

Could talk about flexing and all the dope hoes

Or how I could fuck every ho from G5 to CoCos

The getting money niggas went fed or either go broke

That's why to this day I just chill keeping a low pro

Could talk about all the times we had no dough

Or when I started rapping, how niggas said that I won't blow

Or when I got booked for shows, niggas was no show

Obama in my hood, now nigga I'm who they vote for

Niggas probably hoping that I get foolish

So if I get jammed, they can call a nigga stupid

Could be Nicky Barnes, but I'm more like Frank Lucas

Business minded nigga getting money like I'm Jewish

And me and Jay was the only ones who believed us

Now all our bitches getting prenups

And now our net worth a couple mil, that's between us

But, let's just keep that between us, huh

I was taught to be humble with it

Even though you hiding, you popping, just keep it modest

Even though you balling, don't let 'em know that you got it

Never let 'em know how you rocking

Be lowkey, lowkey, lowkey

Quick to listen and slow to speak, shit

But every time I remember man

How they shitted on a nigga man

Shit make me wanna flex, yeah, flex, yeah, flex

Got a pocket full of money, man we on now

Shit make me wanna flex, yeah, flex, yeah, flex

I can stand up on my own now

Shit make me wanna flex, yeah, flex, yeah, flex

Got a pocket full of money, man we on now

Shit make me wanna flex, yeah, flex, yeah, flex

Cause I can stand up on my own now

Young nigga came up, I done got my name up