Flex - Berner

We treat change like trophies, cash like tissue

Keep a strap so them cats with the masks don’t get you

Live fast, ya, my past, all this shit I been through

Got my bag right (bag right, bag right)

Ya, we rockstars, we race cop cars (cop cars)

We smoke weed, sip lean, and we pop bars (pop pills)

All black hoodie, I don’t fit in no Gucci

More money, more people gon' sue me (fuck 'em)

I’ma end up in the feds (rest in peace)

Or somebody will shoot me

Bury me in the garden next to all of the new weed

I’m a legend with the bag

I’m in Spain with the limoncello (I'm in Spain)

A million dollars square cut, ya thats real dinero

You see the way the money power got 'em trippin' out (trippin' out)

Checked in, rolled a joint, then they kicked me out (gone)

A few things in life I couldn’t live without (couldn't)

A trap house, I’m a king when I’m in a drought (king)

We ain’t never put up with no disrespect

Kill the middle man, I’m the real connect

Water drippin' on my wrist, it got your bitch wet

We don’t dance in the club, we do the money flex

Got two hundred in the bar, that’s a flex

We got weight on deck, that’s a flex

We don’t wait for the check, that’s a flex

We don’t dance in the club, we just flex

Got two hundred in the bar, that’s a flex

We got weight on deck, that’s a flex

We don’t wait for the check, that’s a flex

We don’t dance in the club, we just flex

We treat hundreds like pesos (like pennies), M’s like dollars

Benz’s like Hondas, just bought a house for my daughter

Far away from the snakes and the piranhas

The three letter boys they keep a close eye on us

Fuck sittin' in the cage, I’m paid

I bought a boat for my maid in Montego Bay (here you go)

I just bought a crib in Marin

They hate to see us win, fucker cut your eyes out then

I think she like the way I flex, 'cause I stack different (stack different)

I hate it when it when I get the call that the pack missin

They wanna burn another bridge, well that’s bad business

They got me out in Atlanta on my last mission, for real

We ain’t never put up with no disrespect

Kill the middle man, I’m the real connect

Water drippin' on my wrist, it got your bitch wet

We don’t dance in the club, we do the money flex

Got two hundred in the bar, that’s a flex

We got weight on deck, that’s a flex

We don’t wait for the check, that’s a flex

We don’t dance in the club, we just flex

Got two hundred in the bar, that’s a flex

We got weight on deck, that’s a flex

We don’t wait for the check, that’s a flex

We don’t dance in the club, we just flex

«One thing I hate is square bitches.

They hate me.

I hate you bitches too.

And the thing is, they think they’re better 'cause they fuck dudes after the

club, they suck raw dick, you know and they think it’s poppin' to have a land

of babies by random motherfuckers that get on the county and get that EBT and

shit, and that section 8 and shit.

Bitch, first of all, I would never be you

because I suck dick with a motherfuckin' condom.

Yes, bitch, I’m sucking on

motherfuckin' rubber, bitch.

And I’m not gettin' no STDs, bitch,

while you out here fuckin burnin'.

Bitches, how you have a million followers,

and you ain’t got a million dollars.

That’s what I fuckin' ask myself when I

see you bitches spreadin' your motherfuckin' pussy and ass and titties on

Instagram for motherfuckin' likes and you ain’t got no money.

Always askin' me,

„How do you do it, how do you do it?“ Bitch, open your fuckin' mouth and ask

for the motherfuckin' money 'cuz these tricks is payin'.

Left and right,

per stroke.»