Zavier O'Keith, Trii, Kalahri Coven - Flexin' Lyrics

I don't feel like flexin
Ain't got time for all that
I don't need no jewelry
Until I get my bag
I pull up in a hoopty
I lock it with my hands
Y'all be broke in three weeks
But my money gonna last
You sleeping on me
That's why you lonely
Stop actin funny
Boy yo shit is corny
Lil' nigga stop telling yo stories
Stop lying to ya homies
I know you went negative buying shit u don't need
Nigga you a brokie
Matter fact do you even got food
You sleepin on a dirty mattress too
Why you mad
Ain't you glad that you went to that place and got them ugly ass tattoos
I hope you get over it
I am the shit
That's why I dipped
You so low vibrational
Betta pack yo shit and go
I don't feel like flexin
Ain't got time for all that (Ain't got no time for that)
I don't need no jewelry (Yeah)
Until I get my bag (My bag)
I pull up in a hoopty
I lock it with my hands
Y'all be broke in three weeks
But my money gonna last (Oh it's gon' last yeah)
I don't want no hoopty this a 2020 baby
I can't stand you
Don't give a fuck about what you say
Cruising down the highway
Your car stuck in the driveway
Your boyfriend fuck with me he say he wanna swing my way
Listening to Sade
Smooth operator
You worried me
I'm only worried about my paper
Your grilled fucked like you chewing now-and-laters
Stay quiet for the most
I just be chillin
But wack ass hoes try to paint me like a villain
Keep my name out your mouth
You can't afford it
And yes bitch I saw your text and I ignored it
Ain't no competition cause I stay in my lane
But you dumb bitch
You a goofy
You a lame
And I stay on my big girl shit and you stay doing stupid shit
Such a shame
I don't feel like flexin
Aint got time for all that (Oh)
I don't need no jewelry
Until I get my bag (Oh yeah)
I pull up in a hoopty
I lock it with my hands
Y'all be broke in three weeks
But my money gonna last
Yes bitch I'm independently wealthy
No need for stunnin' keep the checks in the banksy
I move in silence so bitches call me "banksky"
Flexin for the gram bitch you'll be broke in eight weeks
I'm flexin for who
I don't front for likes or pics like you
Don't be so quick to judge or assume
You know what they say it makes an ass out me and you
Fuck all the fake shit
Why sell your soul impressing people who ain't shit
Who gives a fuck if they think your basic
Can't take none of this shit to the grave bitch
Now I ain't the one to flex
Trying to keep up with the joneses keeps you stressed
Maxed out all your lines of credit and now you're pressed
Dug yourself into a hole and now your life's a mess
I don't feel like flexin
Ain't got time for all that
I don't need no jewelry (Yeah yuh)
Until I get my bag (Until I get me bag)
I pull up in a hoopty (Pull up)
I lock it with my hands (With my hands)
Y'all be broke in three weeks
But my money gonna last

I don't feel like flexin
Ain't got time for all that
I don't need no jewelry
Until I get my bag
I pull up in a hoopty
I lock it with my hands
Y'all be broke in three weeks
But my money gonna last
You sleeping on me
That's why you lonely
Stop actin funny
Boy yo shit is corny
Lil' nigga stop telling yo stories
Stop lying to ya homies
I know you went negative buying shit u don't need
Nigga you a brokie
Matter fact do you even got food
You sleepin on a dirty mattress too
Why you mad
Ain't you glad that you went to that place and got them ugly ass tattoos
I hope you get over it
I am the shit
That's why I dipped
You so low vibrational
Betta pack yo shit and go
I don't feel like flexin
Ain't got time for all that (Ain't got no time for that)
I don't need no jewelry (Yeah)
Until I get my bag (My bag)
I pull up in a hoopty
I lock it with my hands
Y'all be broke in three weeks
But my money gonna last (Oh it's gon' last yeah)
I don't want no hoopty this a 2020 baby
I can't stand you
Don't give a fuck about what you say
Cruising down the highway
Your car stuck in the driveway
Your boyfriend fuck with me he say he wanna swing my way
Listening to Sade
Smooth operator
You worried me
I'm only worried about my paper
Your grilled fucked like you chewing now-and-laters
Stay quiet for the most
I just be chillin
But wack ass hoes try to paint me like a villain
Keep my name out your mouth
You can't afford it
And yes bitch I saw your text and I ignored it
Ain't no competition cause I stay in my lane
But you dumb bitch
You a goofy
You a lame
And I stay on my big girl shit and you stay doing stupid shit
Such a shame
I don't feel like flexin
Aint got time for all that (Oh)
I don't need no jewelry
Until I get my bag (Oh yeah)
I pull up in a hoopty
I lock it with my hands
Y'all be broke in three weeks
But my money gonna last
Yes bitch I'm independently wealthy
No need for stunnin' keep the checks in the banksy
I move in silence so bitches call me "banksky"
Flexin for the gram bitch you'll be broke in eight weeks
I'm flexin for who
I don't front for likes or pics like you
Don't be so quick to judge or assume
You know what they say it makes an ass out me and you
Fuck all the fake shit
Why sell your soul impressing people who ain't shit
Who gives a fuck if they think your basic
Can't take none of this shit to the grave bitch
Now I ain't the one to flex
Trying to keep up with the joneses keeps you stressed
Maxed out all your lines of credit and now you're pressed
Dug yourself into a hole and now your life's a mess
I don't feel like flexin
Ain't got time for all that
I don't need no jewelry (Yeah yuh)
Until I get my bag (Until I get me bag)
I pull up in a hoopty (Pull up)
I lock it with my hands (With my hands)
Y'all be broke in three weeks
But my money gonna last