Flewed Out City Girls (Ft. Lil Baby)

[Intro]
Cheeze

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
Married to the streets, I can't divorce it
Know some rich niggas probably never make the Forbes list
Still, I'll bust a move in some Jordans (Jordans)
Make 'em take her phone, I know she tryna record me
Flew her on the jet, I got chartered here
Half a million, now a hundred my starter kit
Press a button on the whip and make it start up
Everybody trappin' from the 'partment to the corridor
I believe in God, not in karma (Karma)
Ain't fuckin' with these bitches who just lookin' for a comma (Comma)
Seven figure nigga, two commas (Commas)
I been poppin' back that money so niggas even can't relate
I been runnin' up from zeros, some shit I just gotta say
Everybody got a job, I guess they position to hate
I can deal when niggas talkin', as long they in they place
I was married to the game, I'm just happy I got away
Then I take a picture with a R in the seat
I ain't fuckin' with that lil' boy, he beneath me
I got stars watchin' over me when I'm sleep
Shorty really love me, she just scared I'ma leave
Give a couple thousand every time that we creep
We ain't makin' nothin' competition, we just leasin'
Only hittin' baddies, can't be fuckin' 'round with decent
Bitch tryna to get flewed out for the weekend