Flawless Yeat Song Lyrics
out here thuggin’ with my boy RobHow many money chains dem is, jit?Shit, sixty-five, you heard me?Hold on, what your money on your shoes for?That mean I walk to the moneyDamnYou know what I’m saying?Money on my watch, that mean time is moneyMoney on my phone, that mean I talk to the money (yeah)Money on my chain, that mean the money hang with me (oh, really?)Money on my hat, that mean money on my mindMoney on my Kool-Aid, that mean my money sweetOh, yeah, G, what the, what is on your, uh, shades for?Shades, that mean I see the money, you heard me?Out here thuggin’, you feel me? Just chillin’Sixty-five money chains on my neck, oh, yeahOut here thuggin, ‘ you know what I’m saying? Chillin’Sharedatbitchlikeapizza, you heard me?(BNYX)
You don’t existTake a Perc’ in the Tonka, that’s itMoney swollen like cyst, huhThey done put faith in the kid, huhGot a Bentley Mulsanne in my hangerThe big body peel off the road, watch it spin (woo, woo)I’m the one, got a million dollarsI doubled that shit then I tripled againFlawless, flawless, flawless, flawless, ahFlawless, flawless, flawless, flawless, yeah (tripled again)Flawless, flawless, flawless, flawless, ah (tripled again)Flawless, flawless, flawless, flawless, yeah (tripled again)
Flawless, flawless, flawless, yeahBuffy the Vampire Slayer with these Cartiers (Cartier)Flawless, flawless, flawless, yeah (yeah, yeah)Even though she is in love, I am still heartless, yeah (heartless, yeah)Mixed up the party pack, popped like a mollyI was the first young nigga rockin’ MarniYoung nigga, yeah, I’m raw like MaalyYeah, I’m so raw, I don’t need to use a condom (I don’t use a what?)I’m sorryWhen I play golf, only time for a parAudemar watch cost me a new car (ha)Marry my bitch and I treat her like MargeShuzoes my sneaker and I still take the Parras, yeahShout out my twizzy, this Percocet right here, this shit got my dizzyWhen life give you lemons then crush that, it’s SimplyNiggas, they rats, they like mice, they like Minnie and MickeyRock Balenciaga on DickieI got two stupid-ass Glock and it came with the switchAnd I name they ass Ren and Lil’ StimpyI was the one that was handlin’ businessI was just mixin’ the Perkie with BennieI was the one that was pushin’ the limit (I was the one)Run up the numbers like it was a scrimmageRan up the bands on you broke-ass niggas, ran up them bands (where yo’ bands?)I got them racks all in my own pants, you niggas fans (fuck yo’ ans)
You don’t existTake a Perc’ in the Tonka, that’s itMoney swollen like cyst, huhThey done put faith in the kid, huhGot a Bentley Mulsanne in my hangerThe big body peel off the road, watch it spin (woo, woo)I’m the one, got a million dollarsI doubled that shit then I tripled againFlawless, flawless, flawless, flawless, ahFlawless, flawless, flawless, flawless, yeah (tripled again)Flawless, flawless, flawless, flawless, ah (tripled again)Flawless, flawless, flawless, flawless, yeah (tripled again)