Flewed Out lyrics

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[Intro]
Cheeze

[Verse 1: Lil Baby]
Married to the streets, I can't divorce it
Know some rich n*ggas probably never make the Forbes list
Still, I'll bust a move in some Jordans (Jordans)
Make 'em take her phone, I know she tryna record me
Flew her on the jet, I got chartered here
Half a million, now a hundred my starter kit
Press a button on the whip and make it start up
Everybody trappin' from the 'partment to the corridor
I believe in God, not in karma (Karma)
Ain't f*ckin' with these b*tches who just lookin' for a comma (Comma)
Seven figure n*gga, two commas (Commas)
I been poppin' back that money so n*ggas even can't relate
I been runnin' up from zeros, some sh*t I just gotta say
Everybody got a job, I guess they position to hate
I can deal when n*ggas talkin', as long they in they place
I was married to the game, I'm just happy I got away
Then I take a picture with a R in the seat
I ain't f*ckin' with that lil' boy, he beneath me
I got stars watchin' over me when I'm sleep
Shorty really love me, she just scared I'ma leave
Give a couple thousand every time that we creep
We ain't makin' nothin' competition, we just leasin'
Only hittin' baddies, can't be f*ckin' 'round with decent
b*tch tryna to get flewed out for the weekend
[Chorus: Lil Baby]
I got some money I'm tryna blow, give me a reason
You and your friend, a penthouse, Four Seasons
You do the job, I pay the tab, we eatin'
b*tch tryna get flewed out for the weekend
We stayin' over, I'm on mine, no sleepin'
Get you a bag and put it up for no reason
Pick up the cash and count it up, then we leavin'
b*tch tryna to get flewed out for the weekend

[Verse 2: Yung Miami]
Gotta spend a hundred if you really want it flewed out (Period) pus*y make him pick it up and move out (Yup)
Head worth the last name and new house
f*ckin' on a private my mood now (Haha)
Let him eat this pus*y on the G5
I'ma bounce this ass like I'm strippin' at the G5
Plenty n*ggas tried, had to hit 'em with the deny
Tell him that he gotta spend a bag for a reply (Haha)
Patek the wrist, I'm such a boss b*tch (Boss b*tch)
Multiple Birkins like they don't cost sh*t (Cost sh*t)
Suckin' him dead, he in the coffin
pus*y tsunami, Miami Dolphin (Haha)

[Chorus: Lil Baby & JT]
I got some money I'm tryna blow, give me a reason
You and your friend, a penthouse, Four Seasons
You do the job, I pay the tab, we eatin'
b*tch tryna get flewed out for the weekend (For the weekend)
We stayin' over, I'm on mine, no sleepin'
Get you a bag and put it up for no reason
Pick up the cash and count it up, then we leavin' (Yeah)
b*tch tryna to get flewed out for the weekend (Ha, what's up?)
[Verse 3: JT]
JT back, trap n*ggas bring the blues out (Yeah)
I was in the cell, Yung Miami gettin’ flewed out (Ah)
Put this pus*y on him, make a n*gga say "Ooh, ahh"
City Girls hot but my jewelry too cool
Everybody wanna be relationship goals (Yeah)
How they trick sis, we ain’t savin' these hoes (Uh-huh)
Fly a hood b*tch from Miami to Melrose (Yeah)
pus*y on his nose in the back of the Rolls (What's up?)
Post up the food, but don’t post the n*gga (Nah)
Post up the bag, but don’t post the spender (No)
Kiss and you tell, I’ma suspend you (Bye)
Free game, but this pus*y expensive (Period)

[Chorus: Lil Baby]
I got some money I'm tryna blow, give me a reason
You and your friend, a penthouse, Four Seasons
You do the job, I pay the tab, we eatin'
b*tch tryna get flewed out for the weekend
We stayin' over, I'm on mine, no sleepin'
Get you a bag and put it up for no reason
Pick up the cash and count it up. then we leavin'
b*tch tryna to get flewed out for the weekend

[Outro: Lil Baby]
b*tch tryna get flewed out for the weekend
b*tch tryna get flewed out for the weekend
b*tch tryna get flewed out for the weekend
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