Flexin by Jimmy Grande Lyrics

J.G!
Yung Castor!
Who the fuck is Yung Gravy?
Bitch, I don't know that shit
Ok, Ay

I be motherfuckin getting so rich
Got a rolly on my wrist
Four motherfuckin chains
I couldn't resist
I've been buying stupid shit
It's been getting super lit
Where's my money on a game
Well I guess that I'm insane
Got a flow but got no brain
Bitch I know you feel the pain
J.G. Still better maintain everything or fuckin run
For bitch there's no place to complain
Live big like I'm Alex, I might need a fuckin cane
Auto to the lock like I'm blank
Bitch I'm going up
I got diamonds in my cup
I can flex on you all day
But bitch there still won't be enough
What you see is what you get
So man, please never forget
I was flexin when I was so I would never regret
All that stupid shit I did
When I was just a kid
And I was chillin one day
Then I woke up in Madrid
Bitch, I know that shit was fire
But I gotta retire
Just sit back and let the king do his thing like

Ooh, what?
See ya

Syke, I'm back in the game
Comin down hard like I'm motherfuckin rain
That's so much, I gotta sustain
I don't levitate like a fuckin plane
Castor cooking like pasta
They all screaming my name "Go faster"
Should I do it, should I not?
Probably fuckin not
Got that suck, roll by
Bitch Imma computer
If she got me on my shooter
Tell me I look cute, you cuter
Still flexing on them haters
I roast them like some 'taters
We coming in hot like fuckin gladiators
Bitch the record will be mine
Jimmy Grande knows his time
The road to the top, is a fuckin straight line
Bitch I know well what I'm doing
While I'm fucking pursuing
Watch, running for years
You'll be fuckin peers