FLEXIN & FINESSIN lyrics

[Intro]
Flexin' and finessin'
Flexin' and finessin'
Ain't got no time for stressin'
I'm just flexin' and finessin'

[Verse 1: Iggy Azalea]
Okay now, big dollars I been gettin'
This my world, boy, I been sh*ttin'
These bad b*tches? I'm friends with 'em
They bow down and let my friends hit 'em
Like got damn, this Tight Gold sh*t
You ridin' round in my old whip
Me? Trapgold 1st? Black hood
He gotta double cup, and pour that good
I got racks to play, you on my tip
You just window shop and don't buy sh*t
I gotta Pearl Handle, don't try sh*t and to these haters please stay up off my di*k
I got Cartiers on my eyelids and these Princesses on my wrist
How the f*ck could you say it ain't fly b*tch
I'm so fresh to death I just died, b*tch
Now clap-clap for me, go ahead, girl, bring it back-back for me
Pull my cash out my, let her lap dance for it
f*ck around and bust a band, no black jack on it
Call me Iggy Iggs, I'm on trippy sh*t
I like Whitney's hips, I like Britney's tits
I want 'em both to strip I'm on pippin' sh*t
And since I can't pick
We'll do a switchy switch, word
[Chorus]
Flexin' and finessin'
Flexin' and finessin'
Ain't got no time for stressin'
I'm just flexin and finessin'
F-F-Flexin' and finessin', and finessin', and finessin', and finess-ness-ness-ness
F-F-Flexin' and finessin', -nessin', -nessin, -nessin'
F-F-Flexin' and finessin', -nessin', -nessin, -nessin'
F-F-Flex-

[Verse 2: Juicy J]
Let’s go
I-I-I was counting cash with the money machine
She giving me head then coming outta her jeans
Smoke a pound today roll up a Juicy J double cup full of Promethazine..
Seen the Porsche I like, bought the b*tch twice
I can do that sh*t for the rest of my life
Seen the b*tch I like, hit the b*tch twice
Stay flexing hard, mother f*ck a price
I get it flip it and sh*t it
Poppin' molly, dig it back to business
Ride the Lamb, doing twice the limit
Got your b*tch screaming from start to finish
Bank bands all on my cash, stripper b*tches gone shake their ass
Twenty years in the rap game, man, I don’t have to make it last
That bullsh*t that you smoking never been in my cigar
What I'm smoking on you gotta keep in a jar
Own it to the sh*t and n*gga pop and have a bar
With two white chicks, ménage à trois
Rolling up, back to back
I need my medicine, I got cataracts
One night with yo b*tch then you can have her back
Me saving these hoes imagine that
[Chorus:]
Flexin' and finessin'
Flexin' and finessin'
Ain't got no time for stressin'
I'm just flexin and finessin'
F-F-Flexin' and finessin', and finessin', and finessin', and finess-ness-ness-ness
F-F-Flexin' and finessin', -nessin', -nessin, -nessin'
F-F-Flexin' and finessin', -nessin', -nessin, -nessin'
F-F-Flexin' and finessin'
Trapgold
F-F-Flexin' and finessin', and finessin', and finessin', and finess-ness-ness-ness
F-F-Flexin' and finessin', -nessin', -nessin, -nessin'
F-F-Flexin' and finessin', -nessin', -nessin, -nessin'
F-F-Flexin' and finessin'