Lyrics

[Verse 1] They like "Damn, Flacko, where you been? Man, you don't dress enough, freshen up See you in the gym, you don't flex enough, flex enough" Still applyin' pressure, nigga, press your luck, best of luck See you in the press, you ain't press enough See you still with them steppers, tell 'em step it up How you always come up short? You ain't sell enough If I pull my bitch out, I'ma dress her up (Yeah, dress her) If I pull that ch-ch out, I'ma mess it up (Yeah) [Chorus] Yeah, I'm livin' God body, I might bless it up (Yeah-yeah) Sincе I been livin' God body, I might mess it up (Yeah) I might bless it up (Yеah), I might bless it up (Yeah) Since I'm livin' God body, I might bless it up Since I'm livin' hard body, I might bless it up Since I'm fearin' nobody, I might—, uh [Verse 2] I'ma need all of my flowers, I'll make it a banquet Look, I'ma need all of my dollars, I came to the banquet I can afford a couple of problems, mm, just sayin' You can have all the money and power...