WEIRD FLEX II June 2019 Rough Draft by Wack Zack Lyrics
[Intro]
This is satire
A new record!
[Verse 1]
Hopped in the the coupe, I flew the coupe
More than a few, fuck wrong with you
I thought that you knew, I'm nothin' new
Fuck it, I got them Jimmy Choo's
Don't turn off the night lights, we always keep the party lit
You calling it a paparazzi, I call it a mosh pit
I just couldn't help myself, I had to make another hit
I got all the money power, call me Richy Rick
I got pennies, nickels, quarters, and dimes
Laughing at your ass while you keep on paying those fines
[Chorus]
Weird flex, guess who's coming next
Cut off all connections now I made it to the press
Weird flex, guess who's coming next
I just kept on grinding now I'm in the one percent
Tell my momma and my dad that I made it
I never did all of this shit just to fake it
Weird flex, guess who's coming next
I'll never be sorry that your life is so depressed
[Verse 2]
Got more shoes than Payless, 'bout to cause a big mess
Guess it's time to confess, this shit was never a bless
Got so much money, bitch, I call it contrabands
My money is like grass, and your money is like sand
Don't talk to me right now I'm on my payroll
Got so much dough, that I think it might mean death toll
All my pockets even greener than a Caesar salad bowl
If you try to come at me, I'll put you in a choke hold
All the gold up in my teeth, they be screaming like, wow!
I be filling up the verses, they got more spots than a cow
Call up JG Wentworth, 'cause I need my money now
All my dollars, they be shining brighter, than a plateau
[Chorus]
Weird flex, guess who's coming next
Cut off all connections now I made it to the press
Weird flex, guess who's coming next
I just kept on grinding now I'm in the one percent
Tell my momma and my dad that I made it
I never did all of this shit just to fake it
Weird flex, guess who's coming next
I'll never be sorry that your life is so depressed
[Outro]
Bang bang bang, choppa bust and let it spray
(-ming on, it's coming on, it's)
Finally, someone let me out of my cage!
Madlib, turn the strings up!
This is satire
A new record!
[Verse 1]
Hopped in the the coupe, I flew the coupe
More than a few, fuck wrong with you
I thought that you knew, I'm nothin' new
Fuck it, I got them Jimmy Choo's
Don't turn off the night lights, we always keep the party lit
You calling it a paparazzi, I call it a mosh pit
I just couldn't help myself, I had to make another hit
I got all the money power, call me Richy Rick
I got pennies, nickels, quarters, and dimes
Laughing at your ass while you keep on paying those fines
[Chorus]
Weird flex, guess who's coming next
Cut off all connections now I made it to the press
Weird flex, guess who's coming next
I just kept on grinding now I'm in the one percent
Tell my momma and my dad that I made it
I never did all of this shit just to fake it
Weird flex, guess who's coming next
I'll never be sorry that your life is so depressed
[Verse 2]
Got more shoes than Payless, 'bout to cause a big mess
Guess it's time to confess, this shit was never a bless
Got so much money, bitch, I call it contrabands
My money is like grass, and your money is like sand
Don't talk to me right now I'm on my payroll
Got so much dough, that I think it might mean death toll
All my pockets even greener than a Caesar salad bowl
If you try to come at me, I'll put you in a choke hold
All the gold up in my teeth, they be screaming like, wow!
I be filling up the verses, they got more spots than a cow
Call up JG Wentworth, 'cause I need my money now
All my dollars, they be shining brighter, than a plateau
[Chorus]
Weird flex, guess who's coming next
Cut off all connections now I made it to the press
Weird flex, guess who's coming next
I just kept on grinding now I'm in the one percent
Tell my momma and my dad that I made it
I never did all of this shit just to fake it
Weird flex, guess who's coming next
I'll never be sorry that your life is so depressed
[Outro]
Bang bang bang, choppa bust and let it spray
(-ming on, it's coming on, it's)
Finally, someone let me out of my cage!
Madlib, turn the strings up!