You know I brought my own bottle
But I'ma need some chasers
Probably won't hit you back tomorrow
You runnin' game but I won't chase ya
You always talk about them commas
Like I don't got my own paper
I promise, I'm not just fallin' for what's in your wallet, no
That shit don't impress me, no
Flexin' with things that you don't even own
That's not your 'rari, it's a loan
And we both know so
There's a million young niggas out here that be flexing for these hoes
But I'm really not feeling him so, he might not get chose babe
I still flex on you
I flex better than you
I cash checks on you
Watch me flex on you babe
You always tryna roll up
But you ain't got your own weed (got, got your own weed)
You always try to pour up (pour up)
But that's not you Hennessee
You post a sick pic for the gram
In some random mans lambo
The caption says with "my best friend"
But, that's not really your mans, no
That shit don't impress me, no
Tryna flex in your best friend's clothes
Be a grown man, go and get your own
That's all I want
There's a million young niggas out here that be flexing these for hoes
But I'm really not feeling him so, he might not get chose babe
I still flex on you
I flex back at you
I cash checks on you
Watch me flex on you babe
(Don't compare your life)
(Don't compare your life)
(Gotta stay true to the real you)
(Don't compare your life)
(Don't compare your life)
(Gotta stay true to the real you)
(There's a million young niggas out here that be flexing these for hoes)
(But I'm really not feeling him so, he might not get chose babe)
(There's a million young niggas out here that be flexing these for hoes)
You're so lost, so lost
You know you are
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