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[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh
[Chorus]
She tweakin' off X (X, yeah), ooh
I'm poppin' off shrooms, uh, yeah, while she off the Ket'
Yeah, oh, she off some Ket', ah, ooh, she off some Ket', yeah
Ooh, yeah, she off some Ket', uh, yeah, ice on my neck, uh, yeah
Pass me the check, yeah
Yeah, I got my bitch, got the money on my vest
I got Undercover on me, it go with the fit
'Boutta make me some racks, I got mе a inch
[Bridge]
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, ooh, oh-oh
[Verse]
Flex, flex, flex, flеx, we count checks, checks (Got them checks), checks, checks
That bitch, she pet—, pet—, petty 'cause she ain't ready for a real nigga
I be rockin' Christian Dior, you be rockin' Tommy Hilfiger
I be skatin' on some diamonds, on some ice, it's a real river (Uh-huh)
I cannot sip no cheap shit, I be sippin' real liquor
Bitch, I could go poor right now and I'll be still richer
And I count that money, uh, like I got a real printer, yeah
I just trip off the acid (Yeah), yeah, I'm a field trippier, oh
And my ice cold, uh, even in the winter, uh
If that boy talkin' shit, yeah, get cut up like scissors, uh, yeah
Scissors, up like scissors, uh, uh, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh
[Chorus]
She tweakin' off X (X, yeah), ooh
I'm poppin' off shrooms, uh, yeah, while she off the Ket'
Yeah, oh, she off some Ket', ah, ooh, she off some Ket', yeah
Ooh, yeah, she off some Ket', uh, yeah, ice on my neck, uh, yeah
Pass me the check, yeah
Yeah, I got my bitch, got the money on my vest
I got Undercover on me, it go with the fit
'Boutta make me some racks, I got mе a inch
[Bridge]
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, ooh, oh-oh
[Verse]
Flex, flex, flex, flеx, we count checks, checks (Got them checks), checks, checks
That bitch, she pet—, pet—, petty 'cause she ain't ready for a real nigga
I be rockin' Christian Dior, you be rockin' Tommy Hilfiger
I be skatin' on some diamonds, on some ice, it's a real river (Uh-huh)
I cannot sip no cheap shit, I be sippin' real liquor
Bitch, I could go poor right now and I'll be still richer
And I count that money, uh, like I got a real printer, yeah
I just trip off the acid (Yeah), yeah, I'm a field trippier, oh
And my ice cold, uh, even in the winter, uh
If that boy talkin' shit, yeah, get cut up like scissors, uh, yeah
Scissors, up like scissors, uh, uh, yeah
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