Starmoney – Flex Lyrics

Starmoney Flex Lyrics (feat. Sneakbo)

Come though I get the money stay humble
Get the bag never let the bag fumble
Were kicking down doors like Kong fu
Good food baby girl looking like cooked food
I need the money I can’t be bummy
Flex when it’s sunny
Drip my kicks bloody
Came from the gully
It’s hard to not love Me I need some more money
I’m trying to bless mummy like
Flex flex flex AMA flex on my X
Giving me the pussy but I only want the neck
Never chase hoes see I only chase checks
Woke up with my Bitch now I’m on to the next like flex flex flex pay me my respect, big 45 Of a n***** disrespect
All my brothers aim high we ain’t Tryna hit legs oh yes it’s sneak to the Bo

Made it out the roads, now we flexin
With a bad bitch, getting X,d in
Racks on my neck, watch the feds get vex
And that Margiela drip, got me wet, wet, wet
Now flex, on my X she regrets
Now flex, on the rats in the ends
Now flex, them checks like a bench press
Now flex, wasn’t drippy now a mans best dressed now flex

They said I wouldn’t do it said il die on the roads
When I’m in your ends, it’s a sight to behold
Brand new kettle flashing up like a strobe
Still got the gas and supplying the smoke
Best friend was a nine I don’t trust many n*****
Used to be broke now I push seven figures
Show you bout a boss I’m the damn definition
Look at how I drilled it was like an expedition
Rainbow kush in the bill, getting cottonmouth
Open up the whip a lot of water falling out
I’m the opps favourite topic that they talk about
Ten bedrooms you your still on your mothers couch
No fuck boys no impostors
Went from food in the pen up to lobsters
Think because I’m flexing I won’t turn monster
Dangerous than ever cause the money much longer

Made it out the roads, now we flexin
With a bad bitch, getting X’d in
Racks on my neck, watch the feds get vex
And that Margiela drip, got me wet, wet, wet
Now flex, on my X she regrets
Now flex, on the rats in the ends
Now flex, them checks like a bench press
Now flex, wasn’t drippy now a mans best dressed now flex

I used to count the days
Count the days down count the days out
Now I count diamonds, watch like the Swiss Alps
Chain so heavy, make a n**** have to slouch
When I see the haters, got them ducking like a crouch
Bag’s heavy, got to slam them like a piledriver
Got these bitches following like I’m the Pied Piper
You don’t want smoke, bringing you a wildfire
Coming in a mask, feeling like Michael Myers
Buss bare straps, now I have a man do it
Get touched, have you lying in a ambulance
Just to flex, spent the racks on the amulet
I be moving more numbers than calculus
Got the strap equipped
Feds want me back in cuffs, but the cash legit
Laugh at you fake ass n*****, they are all catfish
Wetting all these opps like John the baptist

Made it out the roads, now we flexin
With a bad bitch, getting X,d inn
Racks on my neck, watch the feds get vex
And that Margiela drip, got me wet, wet, wet
Now flex, on my X she regrets
Now flex, on the rats in the ends
Now flex, them checks like a bench press
Now flex, wasn’t drippy now a mans best dressed now flex