3lite - Ain't Gotta Flex (feat. August Alex) Lyrics

Ni**as finna hate me
Riding in that coupe
We pull up in a Benzie

I'm just trying to get it
I got it
And you know I'm stunting
I'm flossing

Pull up with yo b***h
In the back give me neck
Watch me pull up skrt skrt

Aww Yeah
Smoking on that gas
Flowing hella cash
Ohhh

Do it for the bag
Yeah I do it for the bag
No one understands
I do what I want
You do what you can

I'm the man
My neck is frozen
Look at my eyes and you know they're golden

Yeah no one can't stop me
Worked for what I wanted
Ain't no one got it like I do
Yeah I know that

Ain't no ain't no looking back
No more looking back
I'm on track
Do it for the fans

I ain't gotta flex
Diamonds on my neck
I ain't gotta flex
Forget the rest

I am not impressed by the way you dress
I ain't gotta flex
Why you even stress?
I ain't gotta flex
Look at what's next
I am not impressed

Whoah
Here we go
Here we go
Tired of being alone
Tired of being at home

Gotta explore
Open hella doors
Yeah we lit like a torche
Of course

Don't be applied
What's in store

I ain't gotta flex
I am not impressed by the way you dress
Yeah I know you're mad you're irrelevant
Yeah I know you're mad
Don't come my way again