Can i flex for a minute
Whole lotta syrup with a little sprite in it
Black coupe with the windows tinted
Big bankroll yall know i get it
Eyes low and the weed smoke thick
Pretty white boy how he be so rich
Big blunts of the primo shit
Push more weight than pacino did
I dont need no shit
Yall bust back bouta reload quick
Got pussy i dont need your bitch
Finna tape your girl on some tivo shit
Brokeboys on some freeload shit
Keep yall money i dont need no tip
Pulled up in the freak show whip
Ballin out hard on some free throw shit

Can i flex for a minute
Can i flex for a minute
Ah yeah
Can i flex for a minute
Uh, yeah
Can i flex for a minute
Yeah

Run through the city in my bmw
I do whatever i want to do
Im something special bitch
I am not one of you
Im moving that weight in my running shoes
No i do not like your attitude
Meeting with me dont expect any gratitude boy
I ain't have a choice
Gettin this money just something i had to do
Sippin on syrup and soda
Im tryna set me a quota
Shawty she know im a baller
Blowin a blunt with your bitch in the whip
Got your bitch in the rover ay
Im with the shit
Thumb through a band with a blunt to my lip
Dumpin the clip
Im equipped with a stick
Got that drank in my cup
.45 on my hip
Beautiful to see
Im doing beautifully
And all you rappers tryna do as good as me
Im smokin buddha cheese and kickin up my feet
Im rollin up with doja to a swisher sweet
And none you pussy rappers do as good as me