Flexing Hard lyrics

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

[Chorus]
Yeah
Flexin’ hard, b*tch, 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 f*ck with girls until I meet her, f*ck old girl
Count a million in her face, I’m on my mind like Uncle Earl
Yeah-yeah
Treat a n*gga just like Wheezy, get him outta here, huh
Put that forn up, you ain’t slick, don’t get beside yo’ soul, huh
Pushin’ pounds outside the trap look like I bodybuild, huh
I got hoes cheatin’ on they n*gga for a body lift, huh

[Verse 1]
I can’t beef with none of these n*ggas 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
n*gga, don’t try me like no rapper, this sh*t entertainment
I done showed ‘em so much love, these n*ggas still be hatin’
Had to know I told my bro when she told me, “Don’t say sh*t”
I’ma [?] 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 gang, Kyrie Irving, uh
I done sold so many turkeys, I’m turken, n*gga
Two hoes just on me, bet she like a circus, n*gga
[Chorus]
Yeah
Flexin’ hard, b*tch, 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 f*ck with girls until I meet her, f*ck old girl
Count a million in her face, I’m on my mind like Uncle Earl
Yeah-yeah
Treat a n*gga just like Wheezy, get ‘em outta here, huh
Put that forn up, you ain’t slick, don’t get beside yo’ soul, huh
Pushin’ pounds outside the trap look like I bodybuild, huh
I got hoes cheatin’ on they n*gga for a body lift, huh

[Verse 2]
I’ma buy this b*tch, huh
I’m a trapper, n*gga, huh
It don’t cost nothin’ for the four to get active with him, huh
I’m still outchea with them bags lookin’ like Santa ‘nem, huh
Trappin’ dead, you n*gga scared, and I don’t feel that sh*t, huh
How I feel, huh, ask me how I feel, huh
I woke up with a mill’ when we was just stuck in the field, huh
Tell me how you lit when you ain’t put bro in position, huh
Soon as I pull up, she take ‘em off ‘cause I’m that n*gga, huh
Uh, I’m that n*gga, huh, b*tch, I’m that n*gga, huh
Uh, I’m that n*gga, huh, b*tch, flexin’ hard
Uh, I’m that n*gga, huh, b*tch, I’m that n*gga, huh
Uh, I’m that n*gga, huh, huh, flexin’ hard
[Chorus]
Flexin’ hard, b*tch, 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 f*ck with girls until I meet her, f*ck old girl
Count a million in her face, I’m on my mind like Uncle Earl
Yeah-yeah
Treat a n*gga just like Wheezy, get ‘em outta here, huh
Put that forn up, you ain’t slick, don’t get beside yo’ soul, huh
Pushin’ pounds outside the trap look like I bodybuild, huh
I got hoes cheatin’ on they n*gga for a body lift, huh