Album: Playboi Carti (2017)

Flex

[Playboi Carti:]
All of these bitches, they're mad, oh
All of these niggas, they're mad, oh
All of these bitches, they're mad, oh
All of these niggas, they're mad, oh
I walk in the bank and I laugh, oh
I walk in the bank and I laugh, oh
I walk in the bank and I laugh, oh
Oh, oh, walk with a bag, oh
Sad, oh, sad, oh, mad, oh
All of these niggas, they're mad, oh
All of these niggas, they're mad, oh
Walk in the buildin', I flex on that boy
I flex on that boy with the bag, oh
Ice on my neck and my mama like, "Boy
Where you get all of that cash?"

I got the bag, oh, ice on my wrist
Mama like, "Where you get this?"
I got a sad boo, gave her a brick
Then I gave her a lil' kiss, oh
Yeah, I rock out in the 6, 6
But nigga, we fire, we split
I'm takin' your shit, you college kid, oh
We really be poppin' shit, oh
I hit a lick, no kid, oh
I had a lick but no bit, oh
She suck me up like a tick, oh
Damn my weed smell like a pick, oh
He do that talk and he simp, oh
Damn that lil' got a lil' thick, oh
I told that bitch to come in
I told that bitch to come in

All of these bitches, they're mad, oh
All of these niggas, they're mad, oh
All of these bitches, they're mad, oh
All of these niggas, they're mad, oh
I walk in the bank and I laugh, oh
I walk in the bank and I laugh, oh
I walk in the bank and I laugh, oh
Oh, oh, walk with a bag, oh
Sad, oh, sad, oh, mad, oh
All of these niggas, they're mad, oh
All of these niggas, they're mad, oh
Walk in the buildin', I flex on that boy
I flex on that boy with the bag, oh
Ice on my neck and my mama like, "Boy
Where you get all of that cash?"

Yeah, who the fuck is you talkin' to, nigga? The fuck you think this is? You think 'cause you got a couple dollars you're a fuckin' playboy? Nigga you ain't a fuckin' playboy, nigga, you ain't nothin', nigga. Fuck outta here, Carti, fuck outta here. Don't call my phone with that shit, my nigga. Real mad, nigga I don't ever get mad. This nigga trippin'
Is you mad, or what?
Is you mad or what?

[Leven Kali:]
Girl that's bad for us
Say you mad for once
Said she had enough
Girl that's bad for us
She came back for once
Yeah it's probably done
She gon' back it up
I'm gonna spaz for us
Girl that's bad for us
Say you mad for once
Said she had enough
Girl that's bad for us

[Playboi Carti:]
I guess you're not feelin' me
Not feelin' the energy
Baby girl, we can do plan A
Baby girl, we can do plan B, oh
I walk in that bitch, they playin' my shit
Walk in that bitch, eyes on the kicks
Walk in that bitch, eyes on the fit
I look at your bitch, then blow her a kiss
Mwah, oh, I got that deuce in the coupe
Got a white bitch like YesJulz
All of my niggas, they fool
Look at that boy, look at his jewels
All of my niggas, they're bool
Lil' bitch, bleed in the booth
Oh, these niggas, they lookin' like who
Oh, Cash, Cash, Cash
My outfit just made the front page
Hop off the plane, I run to the stage, yah
Oh, your ho gettin' laid
Yeah, ayy, she might come in late
I heard that your nigga Atlanta
I heard that your nigga Atlanta
I heard that your nigga Atlanta

Yo, might sing on a bitch
Ayy, might sing on this shit
Might sing on a bitch
I might just sing on this shit
I might just sing on this shit
I might just sing on this shit
I might just sing on this shit