Album: Finesse Father (2013)

Flexin & Finessin

Flexin, flexin, I be flexin, flexin and finessin
Flexin, flexin, I be flexin, flexin and finessin
Flexin and finessin I be flexin and finessin, flexin and finessin I be flexin and finessin,
flexin and finessin I be flexin and finessin, flexin and finessin I be flexin and finessin

Smoking on this loud, I be higher than a cloud (dope)
Turnup turnup turnup smoking kush by the pound [inhaling]
Shoutout to ta that's my motherfucking round
Fuck around with them fuck arounds you fuck around and get layed down
Flexin on these niggas I be stuntin like it's nothing (swish)
All my niggas crazy they shoot guns up like it's nothing (bow)
Came up from the bottom I turn nothing into something
I ain't worried about no ho because these commas steady coming

Flexin, flexin, I be flexin, flexin and finessin
Flexin, flexin, I be flexin, flexin and finessin
Flexin and finessin I be flexin and finessin, flexin and finessin I be flexin and finessin,
flexin and finessin I be flexin and finessin, flexin and finessin I be flexin and finessin

Always stayed the same nigga I will never fall
All these racks on me I swear my money never fold
Black on black camaro I be speeding past these hoes (skrrrt)
Nigga run around my niggas pop you in the throat (bang)
You ain't trynna fuck bitch the door is over there (bye bye)
All these bad bitches man this shit is just unfair
Fuck nigga mad but guess what I don't really care (you mad?)
Flexin and finessin throwin money in the air (yea)

Flexin, flexin, I be flexin, flexin and finessin
Flexin, flexin, I be flexin, flexin and finessin
Flexin and finessin I be flexin and finessin, flexin and finessin I be flexin and finessin,
flexin and finessin I be flexin and finessin, flexin and finessin I be flexin and finessin