you don't know what it is to be me and i don't know what it is to be you that is because we are made different from each other but all girls are meant to shine all girls are meant to be something special in this world even when they're taught they're not supposed to be who taught you how to hate yourself? how did it get this far? everything about you is magnificent but you don't even know it so let me tell you then [?] edges, the texture of your hair when you walk down the street your strechmarks and [?] do you know how many people want to be you? try to look like you? try to act like you? spend millions of dollars tryna be who you are? the color of your skin, your hair and nails make their lips big like yours make their skin dark like yours first they make fun of you and then they want to be you you are not like everyone else you have no pain but you are different they may paint a pretty picture of your likeness but you are just as deserving in fact you deserve even more your dreams deserve to be lived and your beauty deserves to be heard you are so much more than the girl who looks out the window they may have things you do not have in lies they seem easy but you will earn that because at the end of the day you have something money could never buy
[Verse 1] I ain't even done with the flava When you see me, I'm swimming in paper I get high, I get low like an anchor Havin’ lunch with my financial bankers Versace, I chill with Medusa I’m in Switzerland, eatin’ the goose-ah I’m in Paris, I'm eatin’ some duck You say [?] right after you fuck You embarrassed you missed out on luck [?] pull up to the truck I cook with the flava I’m good with the pot Look at me, see me, I drop like it’s hot I go take my shot, I pull 'em to the top Shootin’ I'm shootin’ I'm shootin’ a lot
[Chorus] Flava though, flava though, flava though, flava though Flava though, flava though, flava I’m gettin’, I’m gettin’, I’m gettin’, I’m gettin’ I’m gettin’, I’m gettin’, this paper The henney, the henney, the henney, the henney The henney, the henney, no chaser I'm gettin’ the flava the flava the flava The color of Now and Laters
[Verse 2] My swag is the flava, my dab is the flava Good with the season, two-seventeen Just with my flava, my flava and me Rainbow my money, I do like the green I do not look at the tag If I see it, I like it, I grab I’ll be good with the wrist and the hands I stay low, I stay out of the mix Play a show, get my check, and I dip Little rocker girl ringing a Lyft With my bitches they gothic as fuck All my bitches they covered in blood All my bitches they show me they love I’m a daddy, I'm built like a boss I been swagging, I drip with the sauce I’m [?] See a goofy, I tell ‘em get lost
[Chorus] The flava, the flava, the flava, the flava The flava, the flava, the flava I’m gettin’, I’m gettin’, I’m gettin’, I’m gettin’ I’m gettin’, I’m gettin’ this paper The henney, the henney, the henney, the henney The henney, the henney, and no chaser I'm gettin’ the flava the flava the flava The color of Now and Laters Flavas on flavas on flavas on flavas on flavas on flavas on flavas I’m gettin’, I’m gettin’, I’m gettin’, I’m gettin’ I’m gettin’, I’m gettin’ this paper The henney, the henney, the henney, the henney The henney, the head, and no chaser I'm gettin’ the flava the flava the flava The color of Now and LatersTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
