Flexing Hard Rob49

[Intro]
Ayy, ayy-ayy
Ayy, ayy, ayy-ayy
Ayy, ayy
Ayy-ayy
I got Hitman on the beat

[Chorus]
Yeah
Flexin hard, bitch, I'm up, I swear to God
I'm so used to countin' money, I count a million in the dark
She said she don't fuck with girls until I meet her, fuck old girl
Count a million in her face, I’m on my mind like Uncle Earl
Yeah-yeah
Treat a nigga just like Wheezy, get him outta here, huh
Put that forn up, you ain't slick, don’t get beside your soul, huh
Pushin’ pounds outside the trap look like I bodybuild, huh
I got hoes cheatin' on they nigga for a body lift, huh

[Verse 1]
I can’t beef with none of these niggas who cooperatin'
She gon' do whatever I tell her just like Simon said, ayy
I just popped a “mm-hmm”, I couldn't wait to take it
Nigga, don’t try me like no rapper, this shit entertainment
I done showed 'em so much love, these niggas still be hatin'
Had to know I told my bro when she told me, “Don't say shit”
I'ma get on vanish mode 'cause I can't put my face in
I can't stay in the streets, [?], once these hoes basic
I could sell these for a band and do 'em dirty
I'ma make 'em hate my game, Kyrie Irving, uh
I done sold so many turkeys, I'm turken, nigga
Two hoes just on me, bet she like a circus, nigga