Flexxonahoe Lyrics

Why you talk so much, nigga, push up (push up!)

I can flex on a bitch, do push ups (flex)

Outside your crib, don't look up (ha)

She look my way, then I took her (yeah)

Light skin, nigga, Devon Booker

I'm a real deal cooker

And your bitch, she a looker

And your mans, he a sucker

I be flexin' to the sup up

Make cash til the sun up

Make hits til the sun up

If he talk shit, then he get done up

(blrrt, bow)

She wanna kick shit, no punter (yeah)

I'm upping the score, yeah one up

She get hit soon as the sun come up (yah)

I put in the sport, can't outrun us (what?)

I kick through the door, yeah, the front up

I got the key, no Alicia (what)

Making art, Mona Lisa (what)

I knew that bitch was a eater

When she let me back seat her (what)

Fuck her once then I delete her

Walk in stores and cash out Visa

She a bad bitch, yes, a diva

No, I can't fuck with no treesha

I could take you to a new life

Here's Benji, nice to meet ya (yeah)

I could take you to a new planet

Sit back, kick your feet up

(Where we at?)

She said, boy, you so outstanding

Stole her heart, bandit

We pull up in big shit, you still in the transit (uh, huh)

We ball hard like full court, you still in the stands bitch

Send a hoe to the bench, cause I can't stand it (ow)

Why you talk so much, nigga, push up (push up!)

I can flex on a bitch, do push ups (flex)

Outside your crib, don't look up (ha)

She look my way, then I took her (yeah)

Light skin, nigga, Devon Booker

I'm a real deal cooker

And your bitch, she a looker

And your mans, he a sucker

(Yeah)

I be flexin' to the sup up

Make cash til the sun up

Make hits til the sun up

If he talk shit, then he get done up (what?)

(blrrt, bow)

She wanna kick shit, no punter (yeah)

I'm upping the score, yeah one up

She get hit soon as the sun come up (yah)

(A-a-are y-)

(Are you?)