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Flewed Out

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Flewed Out

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Married to the streets, I can't divorce it

Know some rich niggas probably never make the Forbes list

Still, I'll bust a move in some Jordans (Jordans)

Make 'em take her phone, I know she tryna record me

Flew her on the jet, I got chartered here

Half a million, now a hundred my starter kit

Press a button on the whip and make it start up

Everybody trappin' from the 'partment to the corridor

I believe in God, not in karma (Karma)

Ain't fuckin' with these bitches who just lookin' for a comma (Comma)

Seven figure nigga, two commas (Commas)

I been poppin' back that money so niggas even can't relate

I been runnin' up from zeros, some shit I just gotta say

Everybody got a job, I guess they position to hate

I can deal when niggas talkin', as long they in they place

I was married to the game, I'm just happy I got away

Then I take a picture with a R in the seat

I ain't fuckin' with that lil' boy, he beneath me

I got stars watchin' over me when I'm sleep

Shorty really love me, she just scared I'ma leave

Give a couple thousand every time that we creep

We ain't makin' nothin' competition, we just leasin'

Only hittin' baddies, can't be fuckin' 'round with decent

Bitch tryna to get flewed out for the weekend

I got some money I'm tryna blow, give me a reason

You and your friend, a penthouse, Four Seasons

You do the job, I pay the tab, we eatin'

Bitch tryna get flewed out for the weekend

We stayin' over, I'm on mine, no sleepin'

Get you a bag and put it up for no reason

Pick up the cash and count it up, then we leavin'

Bitch tryna to get flewed out for the weekend

Gotta spend a hundred if you really want it flewed out (Period) Pussy make him pick it up and move out (Yup)

Head worth the last name and new house

Fuckin' on a private my mood now (Haha)

Let him eat this pussy on the G5

I'ma bounce this ass like I'm strippin' at the G5

Plenty niggas tried, had to hit 'em with the deny

Tell him that he gotta spend a bag for a reply (Haha)

Patek the wrist, I'm such a boss bitch (Boss bitch)

Multiple Birkins like they don't cost shit (Cost shit)

Suckin' him dead, he in the coffin

Pussy tsunami, Miami Dolphin (Haha)

I got some money I'm tryna blow, give me a reason

You and your friend, a penthouse, Four Seasons

You do the job, I pay the tab, we eatin'

Bitch tryna get flewed out for the weekend (For the weekend)

We stayin' over, I'm on mine, no sleepin'

Get you a bag and put it up for no reason

Pick up the cash and count it up, then we leavin' (Yeah)

Bitch tryna to get flewed out for the weekend (Ha, what's up?)

JT back, trap niggas bring the blues out (Yeah)

I was in the cell, Yung Miami gettin’ flewed out (Ah)

Put this pussy on him, make a nigga say "Ooh, ahh"

City Girls hot but my jewelry too cool

Everybody wanna be relationship goals (Yeah)

How they trick sis, we ain’t savin' these hoes (Uh-huh)

Fly a hood bitch from Miami to Melrose (Yeah)

Pussy on his nose in the back of the Rolls (What's up?)

Post up the food, but don’t post the nigga (Nah)

Post up the bag, but don’t post the spender (No)

Kiss and you tell, I’ma suspend you (Bye)

Free game, but this pussy expensive (Period)

I got some money I'm tryna blow, give me a reason

You and your friend, a penthouse, Four Seasons

You do the job, I pay the tab, we eatin'

Bitch tryna get flewed out for the weekend

We stayin' over, I'm on mine, no sleepin'

Get you a bag and put it up for no reason

Pick up the cash and count it up. then we leavin'

Bitch tryna to get flewed out for the weekend

Bitch tryna get flewed out for the weekend

Bitch tryna get flewed out for the weekend

Bitch tryna get flewed out for the weekend

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