| No flex zone, no flex zone
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| They know better, they know better
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| No flex zone, no flex zone
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| They know better, they know better
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| Won a gold medal, and a gold bezel
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| I treat it so special, now ya ho jealous
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| Freak hoes, got several, they tens or better
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| I’m a trendsetter, I’m a go getter
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| Attention err’body, I’m gettin' sick and tired of gettin' modest
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| I’m gettin' plenty money, now they think I’m Illuminati
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| I’m the reason why they own a new Bugatti
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| I’m the one who give the flow to the game
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| Rap game, it will neva be the same
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| I done burf you niggas and then nervous you niggas
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| I’m the reason why you eva had a name
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| I’m the one who runnin' thangs in the south
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| You don’t run a damn thing but yo mouth
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| Niggas talkin' outta terms till I pull up with the burn
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| Now the souls outside of yo house
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| Man, see me ride round the city with the top down
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| Bad bitches all out of heads down
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| Turnt for a nigga whole throat
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| And I’m a come and get it like a rebound
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| Bust it one time like a Greyhound
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| Ass in the air with ya face down
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| All this money on the floor, all this money on the table
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| It so much you would think Floyd May 'round
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| Why the broke boys always wanna flex?
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| Be the main ones, scare me with the checks
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| Niggas ball for a minute, blowin' bands on them bitches
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| Now they missin' tryna car you collect
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| Howl, you’s a fraud, nigga, I’m at yo bottle
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| U a thot, bitch, you ain’t no model
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| It’s a no flex zone, couple gold chains on
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| I look like I just hit the lotto
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| Whole minute gone with a foreign bitch tourin'
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| Heard ya new shit, ah, bored
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| I’m in the studio, cookin' that greatness
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| Take time, have a lil bit of patience
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| I’m the one, no Neo with the Matrix
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| No flex, we the best hood nation
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| These niggas wanna claim they run it
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| Thou trippin' like ya took a vacation
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| Shout to boy AC and my dawg Choo-Choo
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| Where the lil homie project baby?
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| Dane gank I see ya Pompano caracida
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| Lot of deal, deer feel with my Haitians
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| Brower
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| No flex zone, no flex zone
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| They know better, they know better
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| No flex zone, no flex zone
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| They know better, they know better
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| Won a gold medal, and a gold bezel
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| I treat it so special, now ya ho jealous
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| Freak hoes, got several, they tens or better
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| I’m a trendsetter, I’m a go getter
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| Young niggas got to get to the money
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| Five chains on, they look at me funny
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| Showed up with the juice and the troops
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| Roll a seven every time I shoot
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| She said, why you have so many condoms with you?
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| I said, I’m a player, to be honest with you
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| Hublot, whoo, so shiny
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| Mind you, my crew right behind me
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| Went shopping, could’ve bought an island
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| Talking money, when I’m with Italians
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| Spilling purple, on the red carpet
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| And I’m flyer, than a nigga on a hang glider
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| 4−5-6−7 chains on, just stay in your lane, ho
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| Don’t you like these A. Wang’s? | 
| Don’t you like these gold fangs?
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| You a well known flexer, I’m a young trendsetter
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| These hoes, they reckless, they slick, they messy
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| Three hoes freak dancing, on the loud singing acapella
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| Chain clang, like heavy metal
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| Sremm killed the haters, God bless them
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| No flex zone, no flex zone
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| They know better, they know better
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| No flex zone, no flex zone
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| They know better, they know better
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| Won a gold medal, and a gold bezel
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| I treat it so special, now ya ho jealous
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| Freak hoes, got several, they tens or better
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| I’m a trendsetter, I’m a go getter |