Flex On Em (Remix)

Lyrics

[Intro] One time for Pablo Ay, yah, ay, yah [Verse 1: Lil Yachty] All this cash on me, I'm a walking bank All this cash on me, I'm a walking bank All this cash on me, I'm a walking bank Nigga fuck what you rep bitch it's sail or sink 30 diamonds on my neck like a fish tank I ain't eat that bitch pussy cause that shit stink I ain't got no accuracy but my shooter do Put that smoke to your mouth like the hookah do And my gang small, we fit inside a hoola hoop After I fuck I pass her up like an alley-oop Niggas tryna get an endorsement boy that's like 25 on a good day Bitches thinkin they a barbie doll but in real life they like Child's Play Just cashed out on a new Benz, got the 5 Series, that's a good look Nigga tried to make a diss song but nobody heard it cause that shit suck Got a Gucci T I only wore once Finna turn around and call these bitches cunts Got a new bitch she a real model and she slim and black like a rolled blunt Got 100 niggas back home and they all waitin' on me, gon' do somethin' I mean wait on me to go pull somethin' I been said it like I knew somethin' Lil Boat (bitch) [Chorus: Pablo Skywalkin] If I don't like that nigga, I'm gone flex on him These hoes they ain't shit, I don't stress on 'em True Religion fit, I feel blessed on 'em Ima shit on these niggas, make a mess on 'em All my belts and my shoes got the F's on 'em If I don't like that nigga, I'm gone flex on him If I don't like that bitch, I'm gone flex on her These Louie sneakers, bitch come play chess on em [Verse 2: Pablo Skywalkin] White girl tryna smoke me one With a choosin bitch, and I'm the chosen one Give y'all niggas the Gucci watch, on my left wrist is the frozen one All these Louies in the shoe boxes, I don't know what color let me open one Riding around in this Rolex, hoes tweeting me it's that over ton That's no lie, circle tighter than a bow tie I'm high as hell, love Gucci belts no YSL With a model bitch, and she shy as hell She don't speak, but she scream loud when you hittin deep If you don't work, you don't eat Niggas starving like Marvin, see more green nigga then it's sparking Like barking, you a funny guy, Martin If the blunt rolled, then I spark it Yeah that shit rolled, then I spark it My bitch mad cause I'm high again, her legs spread and I'm diving in No peek-a-boo Diamonds yellow like Pikachu, Louie frames what I'm peeking through [Chorus: Pablo Skywalkin] If I don't like that nigga, I'm gone flex on him These hoes they ain't shit, I don't stress on 'em True Religion fit, I feel blessed on 'em Ima shit on these niggas, make a mess on 'em All my belts and my shoes got the F's on 'em If I don't like that nigga, I'm gone flex on him If I don't like that bitch, I'm gone flex on her These Louie sneakers, bitch come play chess on em