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You know I brought my own bottle
But I'ma need some chasers
Probably won't hit you back tomorrow
You runnin' game, but I won't chase ya
You always talk about them commas
Like I don't got my own paper
I promise, I'm not just fallin' for what's in your wallet, no

That shit don't impress me, no
Flexin' with things that you don't even own
That's not your 'rari, it's a loan
And we both know, so

It's a million young niggas out here that be flexing for these hoes
But I'm really not feeling him, so he might not get chose, babe
I still flex on you
I flex better than you
I cash checks on you
Watch me flex on you, babe

You always tryna roll up
But you ain't got your own weed (got, got your own weed)
You always tryna pour up (pour up)
But that's not you Hennessy
You post a sick pic for the 'gram
In some random man's Lambo
The caption says "with my best friend"
But that's not really your mans, though

That shit don't impress me, no
Tryna flex in your best friend's clothes
Be a grown man, go and get your own
That's all I want

It's a million young niggas out here that be flexing for these hoes
But I'm really not feeling him, so he might not get chose, babe
I still flex on you
I flex better than you
I cash checks on you
Watch me flex on you, babe

(Don't compare your life)
(Don't compare your likes)
(Gotta stay true to the real you)
(Don't compare your life)
(Don't compare your likes)
(Gotta stay true to the real you)
(It's a million young niggas out here that be flexing these for hoes)
(But I'm really not feeling him, so he might not get chose, babe)
(It's a million young niggas out here that be flexing these for hoes)
You're lost
You're so lost in the sauce
You're so lost, so lost
You know you are
You're lost
You're so lost in the sauce
You're so lost, so lost
You know you are

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