Playboi Carti - Flex lyrics

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Playboi Carti - Flex lyrics

All of these b**hes, they’re mad, ooh All of these n***as, they’re mad, ooh All of these b**hes, they’re mad, ooh All of these n***as, they’re mad, ooh I walk in the bank and I laugh, ooh I walk in the bank and I laugh, ooh I walk in the bank and I laugh, ooh Ooh, ooh, walk with a bag, ooh Sad, ooh, sad, ooh, mad, ooh All of these n***as, they’re mad, ooh All of these n***as, they’re mad, ooh Walk in the buildin’, I flex on that boy I flex on that boy with the bag, ooh Ice on my neck and my mama like, “Boy Where you get all of that cash?” I got the bag, ooh, ice on my wrist Mama like, “Where you get this?” I got a sad boo, gave her a brick Then I gave her a lil’ kiss, ooh Yeah, I rock out in the 6, 6 But n***a, we fire, we split I’m takin’ your sh**, you college kid, ooh We really be poppin’ sh**, ooh I hit a lick, no kid, ooh I had a lick but no bit, ooh She s** me up like a tick, ooh Damn my weed smell like a pick, ooh He do that talk and he simp, ooh Damn that lil’ got a lil’ thick, ooh I told that b**h to come in I told that b**h to come in All of these b**hes, they’re mad, ooh All of these n***as, they’re mad, ooh All of these b**hes, they’re mad, ooh All of these n***as, they’re mad, ooh I walk in the bank and I laugh, ooh I walk in the bank and I laugh, ooh I walk in the bank and I laugh, ooh Ooh, ooh, walk with a bag, ooh Sad, ooh, sad, ooh, mad, ooh All of these n***as, they’re mad, ooh All of these n***as, they’re mad, ooh Walk in the buildin’, I flex on that boy I flex on that boy with the bag, ooh Ice on my neck and my mama like, “Boy Where you get all of that cash?” Yeah, who the f** is you talkin’ to, n***a? The f** you think this is? You think ’cause you got a couple dollars you’re a f**in’ playboy? n***a you ain’t a f**in’ playboy, n***a, you ain’t nothin’, n***a. f** outta here, Carti, f** outta here. Don’t call my phone with that sh**, my n***a. Real mad, n***a I don’t ever get mad. This n***a trippin’ Is you mad, or what? Is you mad or what? Girl that’s bad for us Say you mad for once Said she had enough Girl that’s bad for us She came back for once Yeah it’s probably done She gon’ back it up I’m gonna spaz for us Girl that’s bad for us Say you mad for once Said she had enough Girl that’s bad for us I guess you’re not feelin’ me Not feelin’ the energy Baby girl, we can do plan A Baby girl, we can do plan B, ooh I walk in that b**h, they playin’ my sh** Walk in that b**h, eyes on the kicks Walk in that b**h, eyes on the fit I look at your b**h, then blow her a kiss Mwah, ooh, I got that deuce in the coupe Got a white b**h like YesJulz All of my n***as, they fool Look at that boy, look at his j**els All of my n***as, they’re bool Lil’ b**h, bleed in the booth Ooh, these n***as, they lookin’ like who Ooh, Cash, Cash, Cash My outfit just made the front page Hop off the plane, I run to the stage, yah Ooh, your ho gettin’ laid Yeah, ayy, she might come in late I heard that your n***a Atlanta I heard that your n***a Atlanta I heard that your n***a Atlanta Yeah, might sing on a b**h Ayy, might sing on this sh** Might sing on a b**h I might just sing on this sh** Might sing on a b**h I might just sing on this sh** I might just sing on this sh**