Flex N Finesse

Lyrics

[Intro] (Sil-Silver) [Chorus] Yeah, I flex, finesse, I flex, finesse Yeah, I flex, finesse, I flex and I finesse Yeah, I flex, finesse, I flex, finesse Yeah, I flex, finesse, I flex and I finesse [Verse] My wrist all wet, my neck baguettes My phone keep ringin', don't call, just send a text I touched my first M, man, I fell in love with that You know you dead wrong, boy, you better come correct Pullin' up wide-body Scat, this ain't a Charger If I text that model back, I bet we gon' ménage Say that he got beef with me, but I don't know the cause I don't know who he think he is, he get turnt into rocks Couple niggas on me, I'ma keep 'em out the way I'm rich as fuck, I just spent four-fifty on a ring Bad bitches to the front, all broke niggas to the back Mix Dior with that Saint Laurent, dress like I'm at the Met [Chorus] Yeah, I flex, finesse, I flex, finesse Yeah, I flex, finesse, I flex and I finesse Yeah, I flex, finesse, I flex, finesse Yeah, I flex, finesse, I flex and I finesse [Outro] Yeah, I flex I flex and I— (Sil-Silver) Finesse Yeah, I flex I flex and I— Yeah, I flex I flex and I finesse