On Fleek lyrics

[Intro:]
It's a party going on in Atlanta
Stevie J n*gga what it is
It's some bad b*tches here tonight
Look at the ice look like scroll lights

[Verse 1:]
Order up some bottles like its no tomorrow
Spending drug money like f*ck the law
I'm on my Birdman and Diddy sh*t
Super clean on my pretty sh*t
Ten stacks on hundreds ball n*gga rich
Living life off benefits, ask around hoe, I been this sh*t
To get this di*k you need a membership
Patron shots with the heavy line
You want to hit the blunt better get in line
Flirting with yo pants got you super hard
(and you already know)
She a super hot, balling like I got to turn myself in
Popping bottles with some made n*ggas
When it come to bricks I could name ten
That I broke down at the J's it

[Chorus:]
Where my bad b*tches on fleek
From the hair down to the feet
Imma a real n*gga so i'm gone speak
What you zip it cause it's on me
[Verse 2:]
Just had an epiphany
My b*tch be rocking diamonds out of Tiffany
The pool deck wet when slippery
We just cop cars from the Sticker B
One time for my b*tches up in liv
Two times for my n*ggas running up in cribs
Three times for my lifers all doing bids
All my get money n*ggas you know what it is
Black bottle for the roll benz
Who about to get off in my car with
You ain't suck a di*k girl that's nonsense
So don't meet me by my cottie
Where my Instagram b*tches at
When you comment on that page, they don’t hit you back
Bust it open for a real n*gga
Around 1:12 we eat a meal with

[Chorus]

[Outro:]
So now we leaving out the fountain blue
Got me feeling like a n*gga smoke tha