Ace Hood

Ace Hood - Flex lyrics

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Day in day out, nigga we countin' money 

It's the same old same old but it's in full 
Got a side bitch and I got me a man ho 
Addicted to the ban row, yea that bank row 
Got my money rackers, that's just what I came for 

Cuz all I do is flex, all I do is flex 
I'm countin' paper daily if you're just as dirty sex 
Aye cuz all I do is flex, all I do is flex 
Them niggas they be hatin' cuz I'm runnin' through them 
chicks 

Ok I'm tryna have a six, just bring me my chick 
I'm counting through the money just make sure that it's 
correct 
Try and short me on some paper, I hope you brought you 
a vest 
Keep my 9 when I slide, that's one thing I won't forget 
Got my 20 men to spare, I use the chick just for her 
neck 
Catch shit all and you better not spit 
Better not bite, baby girl, you lick 
On another time better make this quick 
Shawty that mean when she suckin' that dick 
Tell ‘er slow down and she might catch a fit 
Sippin' on some white while she goggle that shit 
Back to the money like I never left that 
See me and a friend I never did make that 
Keep a hundred grand in a black Lou bag 
Blacks on fire right up underneath that 
Got a couple bad bitches, let ‘er see bag 
20-4 show, nigga run to the lap 
Blow a couple bands and I run that back 
Fuck a nigga man nigga straight like that 

It's the same old same old but it's in full 
Got a side bitch and I got me a man ho 
Addicted to the ban row, yea that bank row 

Got my money rackers, that's just what I came for 

Cuz all I do is flex, all I do is flex 
I'm countin' paper daily if you're just as dirty sex 
Aye cuz all I do is flex, all I do is flex 
Them niggas they be hatin' cuz I'm runnin' through them 
chicks 

Ok now Rosay pop that open 
Pockets stay all swollen 
Walkin' with that black out, ain't no tellin' what I'm 
holdin' 
Got ermines on my waist line 
Phantom in the day time 
Catch me out at night, I'm in that drop and the top gon 
lay down 
See your bad bitch I'm like Kate hey now 
Big money make a bad bitch stay ‘round 
Real money don't belong in the playground 
Real niggas that's who I be ‘round 
Nigga all I do is flex, all I do is flex 
Got a bad lil mama wanna fuck 
I show my dawg the text 
And the Rollie on my wrist 
Hundred on my neck 
You can call me crazy but you can't call me collect 
Cuz I do this as a hobby 
I'm paid no instant probly 
I'mma shit like a nigga done party 
White girls and they all on mollies 

It's the same old same old but it's in full 
Got a side bitch and I got me a man ho 
Addicted to the ban row, yea that bank row 
Got my money rackers, that's just what I came for 

Cuz all I do is flex, all I do is flex 
I'm countin' paper daily if you're just as dirty sex 
Aye cuz all I do is flex, all I do is flex 
Them niggas they be hatin' cuz I'm runnin' through them 
chicks

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Language: English

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