A flex anthem about money, paranoia, and putting your mom in Fendi.
The paranoia sticks around even after the checks clear.
It's less a victory lap and more a tense watch from the top.
A flex anthem about money, paranoia, and putting your mom in Fendi.
A flex anthem about money, paranoia, and putting your mom in Fendi.
The paranoia sticks around even after the checks clear.
It's less a victory lap and more a tense watch from the top.
A flex anthem about money, paranoia, and putting your mom in Fendi.
Coloquei a minha mãe na fendi
The paranoia sticks around even after the checks clear. It's less a victory lap and more a tense watch from the top.
He says 'Coloquei a minha mãe na fendi' right after noting 'Eles odeiam quando você cresce.' That's the whole flex in one image, providing for family as the ultimate proof of success. The money goes straight to the mind, not just the pocket.
It's a specific, grounded boast that cuts through the abstract talk of voids and towers. You know exactly what that money bought.
The way 'Flexin' repeats, almost like a mantra or a taunt, drills the song's attitude into your head.
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Eu tô flutuando no vazio
Quero ver quem vai me tirar de lá
Tô jogando suas memórias no rio
Pra virar você vai ter que acreditar
Desde que o dinheiro me obedece
Essa paranoia me persegue
Eles odeiam quando você cresce
Então coloquei a minha mãe na fendi
Coloquei o dinheiro na minha mente
Quero ver quem vai tirar de lá
Mina eu vou morar na sua mente
Quero ver quem vai me tirar de lá
A morte vai me ver dando risada
Agora eu não tenho medo de nada
Flexin, flexin, flexin, flexin
Flexin flexin, flexin, flexin
Mano, olha bem pra minha cara
Fala que cê num imaginava
Menino quebrado eu tenho um monte desse flow
Então eu vou jogar na sua cara
Flexin, flexin, flexin, flexin
Flexin flexin, flexin, flexin
Lealdade, o que você sabe sobre?
Babel vai te colocar na torre
Tem muito dinheiro lá na torre
Eu fiz um milhão e meio
Falando de love
Agora cê vai me ver na capa do vogue
Que se foda!
Bitch, I don't give a fuck
Mano, olha bem pra minha cara
Fala que cê num imaginava
Menino quebrado eu tenho um monte desse flow
Então eu vou jogar na sua cara
Flexin, flexin, flexin, flexin
Flexin flexin, flexin, flexin
Flexin, flexin, flexin, flexin
(Babel vai te colocar nessa torre)
Flexin flexin, flexin, flexin
(Babel vai te colocar nessa torre)
(Babel vai te colocar na torre)
A flex anthem about money, paranoia, and putting your mom in Fendi. The paranoia sticks around even after the checks clear. It's less a victory lap and more a tense watch from the top.
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