SRG - Old Flex Lyrics

I don't really
I don't have the time
I don't really
I don't have the time
I don't really
I don't have the time
Uh uh I don't really
I don't have the time
We been holding this down what's next
Still fucking with my old flex
In my dreams I was whippin in a all black lex
No I didn't have to grow up in the jects
Moving like the feds so I had to eject
Keep the read receipts on for the text
Gotta make sure the legacy last til I'm dead
Make sure the family fed
I'll take a 30 to the head until I'm fucked off that drink
All she wanna do is spend money on gleam
I can't even blame her this part of the dream
Asking me things asking me what I think
Couldn't hear what you were saying
I was on my way to the bank
Flyer than the first class
Highway driving switching lines
I don't really
I don't have the time
We been holding this down what's next
Still fucking with my old flex
In my dreams I was whippin in a all black lex
No I didn't have to grow up in the jects
Moving like the feds so I had to eject
Keep the read receipts on for the text
Gotta make sure the legacy last til I'm dead
Make sure the family fed
I ain't ask in a minute
But I'm back can you hear this
Final flash when I'm finished
Imma laugh when I get it
To the bank for the digits
Motherfuckas wanna hate
But they don't hate when they win it
In the place I be chilling
Yeah she is on the way
And I am who she feelin
I don't have any feelings
I don't feel any way
I'm not worried
I'm not phased
I don't chase
I get paid
There's no delay
Bitch still tripping off of the shit that I say
Talking that shit when it's sick you not paid
Still bossing and shit in the whip I don't trade
Still riding the streets old flex in the wave
Finding the peace from the mess that you made
Been gone off the shits gone gone off the shits
Still flying the streets fly-flying away
Still lying to me
Still finding the way
Time out of place
Don't even worry about it
Just shut up and listen

I don't really
I don't have the time
I don't really
I don't have the time
I don't really
I don't have the time
Uh uh I don't really
I don't have the time
We been holding this down what's next
Still fucking with my old flex
In my dreams I was whippin in a all black lex
No I didn't have to grow up in the jects
Moving like the feds so I had to eject
Keep the read receipts on for the text
Gotta make sure the legacy last til I'm dead
Make sure the family fed
I'll take a 30 to the head until I'm fucked off that drink
All she wanna do is spend money on gleam
I can't even blame her this part of the dream
Asking me things asking me what I think
Couldn't hear what you were saying
I was on my way to the bank
Flyer than the first class
Highway driving switching lines
I don't really
I don't have the time
We been holding this down what's next
Still fucking with my old flex
In my dreams I was whippin in a all black lex
No I didn't have to grow up in the jects
Moving like the feds so I had to eject
Keep the read receipts on for the text
Gotta make sure the legacy last til I'm dead
Make sure the family fed
I ain't ask in a minute
But I'm back can you hear this
Final flash when I'm finished
Imma laugh when I get it
To the bank for the digits
Motherfuckas wanna hate
But they don't hate when they win it
In the place I be chilling
Yeah she is on the way
And I am who she feelin
I don't have any feelings
I don't feel any way
I'm not worried
I'm not phased
I don't chase
I get paid
There's no delay
Bitch still tripping off of the shit that I say
Talking that shit when it's sick you not paid
Still bossing and shit in the whip I don't trade
Still riding the streets old flex in the wave
Finding the peace from the mess that you made
Been gone off the shits gone gone off the shits
Still flying the streets fly-flying away
Still lying to me
Still finding the way
Time out of place
Don't even worry about it
Just shut up and listen