Flex lyrics

[Intro]
100% Juice
KasimGotJuice
Uh (J. Cash Beats), ooh, ooh

[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
All of these b*tches, they mad, ooh
All of these n*ggas, they mad, ooh
All of these b*tches, they mad, ooh
All of these n*ggas, they mad, ooh
I walk in the bank and I laugh, ooh (Shawty be bad)
I walk in the bank and I laugh, ooh (Shawty be mad)
I walk in the bank and I laugh, ooh (Shawty be bad)
Ooh, ooh, walk with a bag, ooh (Shawty be mad)
Sad, ooh, sad, ooh, mad, ooh (Shawty be bad)
All of these n*ggas, they mad, ooh (Shawty be mad)
All of these n*ggas, they mad, ooh (Shawty be bad)
Walk in the buildin', I flex on that boy (Shawty be mad)
I flex on that boy with the bag, ooh (Shawty be bad)
Ice on my neck and my mama like:
"Boy, where you get all of that cash?" (Shawty be bad)

[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
I got the bag (Ooh), ice on my wrist
Mama like, "Where you get this?"
I got her sad (Ooh), gave her a brick
Then I gave her a lil' kiss (Ooh)
Yeah, I rock out in the six (Six)
But n*gga, we fire, we split
I'm takin' your sh*t, you college kid (Ooh)
We really be poppin' sh*t (Ooh)
I hit a lick, no kid (Ooh)
I had a lick but no bih' (Ooh)
She suck me up like a tick (Ooh)
Damn my weed smell like a pit (Ooh)
He do that talkin', he simp (Ooh)
Damn, that b*tch got a lil' thick (Ooh)
I told that b*tch to come in (Ooh)
I told that b*tch to come in (Ooh)
[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
All of these b*tches, they mad (Ooh)
All of these n*ggas, they mad (Ooh)
All of these b*tches, they mad (Ooh)
All of these n*ggas, they mad (Ooh)
I walk in the bank and I laugh (Ooh, shawty be bad)
I walk in the bank and I laugh (Ooh, shawty be mad)
I walk in the bank and I laugh (Ooh, shawty be bad)
Ooh, ooh, walk with a bag (Ooh, shawty be mad)
Sad, ooh, sad, ooh, mad (Ooh, shawty be bad)
All of these n*ggas, they mad (Ooh, shawty be mad)
All of these n*ggas, they mad (Ooh, shawty be bad)
Walk in the buildin', I flex on that boy (Shawty be mad)
I flex on that boy with the bag (Ooh, shawty be bad)
Ice on my neck and my mama like: (Shawty be mad)
"Boy, where you get all of that cash?" (Ayy, shawty be bad)

[Interlude: Rubi Rose & Playboi Carti]
Yeah, who the f*ck is you talkin' to, n*gga?
The f*ck you think this is?
You think 'cause you got a couple dollars you a f*ckin' playboy? n*gga, you ain't no f*ckin' playboy, n*gga
You ain't nothin', n*gga
f*ck outta here, Carti
f*ck outta here with the bullsh*t, dog (J. Cash on the beat)
Don't call my phone with that sh*t, my n*gga (You sound real mad right now)
Real mad? (You sound real mad right now)
n*gga, I don't ever get mad (Is you mad or what?)
This n*gga trippin'
Is you mad or what?
Is you mad or what?
[Bridge: Leven Kali & Playboi Carti]
Girl, that's bad for us (Is you mad or what?)
Say you mad for once (Is you mad or what?)
Said she had enough (Is you mad or what?)
Girl, that's bad for us (Is you mad or what?)
She came back for once (Is you mad or what?)
Yeah it's probably done (Is you mad or what?)
She gon' back that ass (Is you mad or what?)
I'm gonna spaz for us (Yeah, yeah, uh) (Is you mad or what?)
Girl, that's bad for us (Yeah-yeah) (Is you mad or what?)
Say you mad for once (Just say you're mad girl) (Is you mad or what?)
Said she had enough (Yeah) (Is you mad or what? What, what)
Girl, that's bad for us (Is you mad or what? Watch)

[Verse 2: Playboi Carti]
I guess you're not feelin' me, uh (What?)
Not feelin' the energy
Baby girl, we can do plan A (Is you mad or what?)
Baby girl, we can do plan B (Bleh)
I walk in that b*tch, they playin' my sh*t (Is you mad or what? Bleh)
Walk in that b*tch, eyes on the kicks (Bleh)
Walk in that b*tch, eyes on the fit (Is you mad or what?)
I look at your b*tch, then blow her a kiss, mwah, ooh (Wow, wow)
I got that deuce in the coupe, huh (Wow, ooh)
Got a white b*tch like YesJulz, huh (Is you mad or what?)
All of my n*ggas, they fool, huh (Mad or what? Yeah, what? Yeah)
Look at that boy, look at his jewels (What? What?)
All of my n*ggas, they bool, huh (Mad or what? Yeah, what?)
Louboutins bleed in the booth, ooh (Is you mad? What? What?)
These n*ggas, they lookin' like who? Cash, Cash, Cash
My outfit just made the front page
Hop off the plane, I run to the stage, yeah, ooh
Your hoe gettin' laid, Yeah, ayy
She might come in late (Yeah)
I heard that your n*gga Atlanta (I heard that your n*gga Atlanta)
I heard that your n*gga LA (I heard that your n*gga LA)
I heard that your n*gga a lame (I heard that your n*gga a lame, JCash)
[Outro: Playboi Carti & Leven Kali]
Might sing on a b*tch (Ayy)
Might sing on this sh*t
Might sing on a b*tch
I might just sing on this sh*t
I might just sing on this sh*t
I might sing on this sh*t (Oh, woah)
I might just sing on this sh*t (I might just sing on this sh*t, yeah, what?)