French Montana ft. Quavo - Hoop Lyrics

Flex
Flexin' like I came from nothin'
Flex, flex, flex
That be Maaly Raw

Hoop, hoop, hoop, hoop, hoop
Hoop, hoop, hoop, hoop, hoop
Hoop, hoop, hoop, hoop, hoop
Hoop, hoop, hoop, hoop, hoop, hoop

Hoop like Lebron
Bad tings on my arm (bad, bad)
You know she love the guns (she love the guns)
Choppas in the trunk

Hoop, hoop, hoop, hoop, hoop (flex, flex, flex)
Hoop, hoop, hoop, hoop, hoop (flex, flex, flex)
Hoop, hoop, hoop, hoop, hoop
Hoop, hoop, hoop

Flexin' like I came from nothin' (flex, flex, flex)
Flexin' like I came from nothin'
Flexin' like I came from nothin' (flex, flex, flex)
Flexin' like I came from nothin'

Yeah, flex to flex (flex)
88 hoe in that white Lexus
Another hunnid on the dresser, flex to flex (flex)
It's a blessing, multi millionaire, adolescent
I flex to flex (flex)
Double up and drop the price (oh, hey)
Shooters hoppin' out with rifles
Crisis crisis, crisis crisis
You know the watch quarter mil' but my time priceless
Shake it up, that brown bag (oh)
You know them niggas hatin' (hey)
Now we moonwalkin' to the bank
Faded, faded, flex to flex (flex)
We drunk on lean
My brothers in the car though, I'm McGrady

Flex, hoop, hoop, hoop, flex, flex, hoop, hoop, flex, hoop, flex
Flex on the beat

Youngin' got rich now, count it up
Millions off the strip now, count it up
Millions 'round my wrist now, count it up
Million dollar bitch
Check the bezel, never front, got a check
Yeah you on my level, with a baddie
Yeah, rock and roll with the metal (like a baddie)
Breakin' bread with the gang
I'm talkin' hunnid chains, diamond ring

Young nigga, too paid
I send the plug that way (that way)
Standing over the pot I beat the beat by Dre (beat it up, beat it up)
All this jewelry, money, I'ma walkin' safe (hey, walk)
No insurance, we got good at all state
Set me at the table I eat up all plates
Young nigga wylin', money still pilin'
Right hand up, look like I did the Heisman
She in love with diamonds and we got all sizes
Know she love a gangsta but ain't here for the violence
I buy the car, come with zero mileage
Huncho Joel Embid, I told her trust the process

Youngin' got rich now, count it up
Millions off the strip now, count it up
Millions 'round my wrist now, count it up
Million dollar bitch
Check the bezel, never front, got a check
Yeah you on my level, with a baddie
Yeah, rock and roll with the metal (like a baddie)
Breakin' bread with the gang
I'm talkin' hunnid chains, diamond ring