Juggman Rico - Flex lyrics

[Hook: Quan Rose] I get that check and I flex, yeah (x8) [Verse 1: Savi] Understand lingo, I'm gone off the tech We ain't got no regrets While you running game, I'm gone jug the hoe next Then I'm gone get me the neck Then I'm gone dip, why you capping? Really, why even flex? If that's your n***a, that n***a's a b**h Disrespect the gang, you know sh** get lit f** all the bullsh** you talking, just cut to the check I do not love, I just love for the head Meaning lil' b**h that I only want s** Cut a dj saying run it up Time for the flex Matter facts, f** it, I know I'm up Biddie, 100 yeah that hoe be dismissed [?] Can't run no game on me, don't play no games with me I am too old for that sh** [Hook: Quan Rose] I get that check and I flex, yeah (x8) [Verse 2: Apex 3400] Damn, I hit that pack and go ghost Margiela all on my toes I remember selling dope 3400 the code, yeah I swear these b**hes do the most Want me to buy her a ring Want me to buy her Celine b**h, if you come s** the team Apex, I be the man b**h I'm rolling of a xan And these hoes ain't know my name But now they claiming they a fan b**h I'm boming out the Tre I got AKs, I let it spray I'm the plug, I serve the base I'm in her throat, she serve the face Gotta .380, that's a mini-me Spraying any, every enemy They was hating on me, now they feeling me Now these b**hes tryna come and chill with me b**h you gotta wait because I'm counting up I just want the mouth, b**h I don't want to f** She'll s** and f** for a shoutout, three Newports, and a couple bucks Damn [Hook: Quan Rose] I get that check and I flex, yeah (x8) [Interlude: Apex 3400] Aye, n***as already know how I'm rocking bro Gang, gang aye. 34 big double 0. Put a bullet in yo toe I came from the bottom, that's why I flex n***a, that's why I work Gang, gang, gang, yeah [Verse 3: Apex 3400] Damn, I hit that check and I flip it Count money additions, I whip in the kitchen Yo b**h doing dishes I do not give a f** That choppa got some buck I pull up light it up That tommy choppa, choppa Rock yo blocka, blocka Calling for your momma, you might need a doctor 34, double 0 Yo hoe gone s** me slow I got a big bankroll Count it up, count it up She keep on talking until that dick shut her up b**hes just want me, cause the know I'm coming up I got the dope, serve the block in a Tonka truck Damn, damn, ooh Yeah, gang