Tyoneer - Flex Lyrics

I just wanna flex
Oh my God
Got the Rollie and another Audemars
That Piguet, oh my God
See me rollin in another foreign car
Got them, racks on deck
Racks on my neck, racks on my neck
I just wanna flex
Racks on deck
Racks on my neck, racks on my neck
I just wanna flex

Stop, at the crib, oh my God, who is this
Bad chick, with the lips
And the Kylie Jenner hips
Holy shit! Holy moly got the Rollie on my wrist
Tyoneer guacamole, I got green, I got chips
I got racks. Bet she clap it for a stack
Throw it back, throw it back
Til I have a heart attack
I been smokin too much
I thought I was in shape
I been blowin too much
Feel like I need an escape, I got
Diamonds on my wrist, yuh
Diamonds on my chick, ay
Spend a couple grand, I don't give a shit
Holy moly got the Rollie on my wrist
I been waitin my whole life to flex like this
I just want another enough is never enough
Didn't grow up rough
But diamonds on my wrist used to be handcuffs
I want a crib on the bluffs
Heated pool and a sauna
Stay away from the drama
Cuz I just I just wanna

I just wanna flex
Oh my God
Got the Rollie and another Audemars
That Piguet, oh my God
See me rollin in another foreign car
Got them, racks on deck
Racks on my neck, racks on my neck
I just wanna flex
Racks on deck
Racks on my neck, racks on my neck
I just wanna flex

Whoa, hey, whoa, got some money I'ma blow
Should I keep it on the low
Or post it on Snapchat fa show
F*ck it, f*ck it f*ck it, I don't need a budget
Your price is way too high you need to cut it
Flirtin the line between stingy and frugal
Buy what I want don't need no one's approval
I need the diamonds my image is crucial
I'm tryin to build an empire like Google
Larry Paige, Sergey Brin
I want my whole team to win
Like LeBron in Cleveland
I'm tryna win a ring again
Bring em in, let em out
Ain't got shit to fret about
Since I got a big amount
Losin it's all I sweat about
80 on my wrist, I'm not talkin bout D Rose
I'm just tryna add a couple zeros
I get the bag, Migos
My fit is unique, key hole
Cherry pickin like LaMelo
These the fruits of my labor
Bentley yellow like a lemon
In the coupe like a racer
We're just slavin away, for the almighty dollar
To buy shit we don't need
But I just I just wanna

I just wanna flex
Oh my God
Got the Rollie and another Audemars
That Piguet, oh my God
See me rollin in another foreign car
Got them, racks on deck
Racks on my neck, racks on my neck
I just wanna flex
Racks on deck
Racks on my neck, racks on my neck
I just wanna flex