Playboi Carti — Flex

[Chorus: Playboi Carti] All of these bitches, they mad (Ooh) All of these niggas, they mad (Ooh) All of these bitches, they mad (Ooh) All of these niggas, they mad (Ooh) I walk in the bank and I laugh (Ooh) I walk in the bank and I laugh (Ooh) I walk in the bank and I laugh (Ooh) Ooh, ooh, walk with a bag (Ooh) Sad, ooh, sad, ooh, mad (Ooh) All of these niggas, they mad (Ooh) All of these niggas, they mad (Ooh) Walk in the buildin', I flex on that boy I flex on that boy with the bag (Ooh) Ice on my neck and my mama like: "Boy, where you get all of that cash?" [Verse 1: Playboi Carti] I got the bag (Ooh), ice on my wrist Mama like, "Where you get this?" I got her sad (Ooh), gave her a brick Then I gave her a lil' kiss (Ooh) Yeah, I rock out in the six (six) But nigga, we fire, we split I'm takin' your shit, you college kid (Ooh) We really be poppin' shit (Ooh) I hit a lick, no kid (Ooh) I had a lick but no bih (Ooh) She suck me up like a tick (Ooh) Damn my weed smell like a pit (Ooh) He do that talkin', he simp (Ooh) Damn that bitch got a lil' thick (Ooh) I told that bitch to come in I told that bitch to come in [Chorus: Playboi Carti] All of these bitches, they mad (Ooh) All of these niggas, they mad (Ooh) All of these bitches, they mad (Ooh) All of these niggas, they mad (Ooh) I walk in the bank and I laugh (Ooh) I walk in the bank and I laugh (Ooh) I walk in the bank and I laugh (Ooh) Ooh, ooh, walk with a bag (Ooh) Sad, ooh, sad, ooh, mad (Ooh) All of these niggas, they mad (Ooh) All of these niggas, they mad (Ooh) Walk in the buildin', I flex on that boy I flex on that boy with the bag (Ooh) Ice on my neck and my mama like: "Boy, where you get all of that cash?" (Ayy) [Interlude: Rubi Rose & Playboi Carti] Yeah, who the fuck is you talkin' to, nigga? The fuck you think this is? You think 'cause you got a couple dollars you a fuckin' playboy? Nigga, you ain't no fuckin' playboy, nigga You ain't nothin', nigga Fuck outta here, Carti Fuck outta here with the bullshit, dog 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? [Bridge: 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 that ass 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 [Verse 2: 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 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, ooh) 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 bool Louboutins bleed in the booth (Ooh) These niggas, they lookin' like who? Cash, Cash, Cash My outfit just made the front page Hop off the plane, I run to the stage (Yeah, ooh) Your hoe gettin' laid (Yeah, ayy) She might come in late I heard that your nigga Atlanta I heard that your nigga LA I heard that your nigga a lame [Outro: Playboi Carti] 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 sing on this shit I might just sing on this shit