Flex - Sip

Bitch I’m flexing, I don’t lift no weight

I don’t front no way, you could see them hate, when they look this way…

From my Louis belt to my retro jays

Never just okay, gotta get work cus I gotta get paid

Live like kings, but I work like slaves

Tryna get money but hoes in the way.

(aye)

Ima keep going to the top

Ima keep going won’t stop

Ima keep flowing this hot

Fuego boy til I drop.(ugh)

That’s the shit that I do

I hear your name, im asking em who?

You hear my name, you spreading it thru

So thru your hate im cashing up too.

(thanks)

Now these hoes stay texting

But a nigga busy tryna cash these checks in

I don’t brag shawty im just flexing

Your squad is the Flintstones, we are the Jetsons

FLEX, Flex for them haters boy

Flex, Flex for that camera boy

Flex, Flex for them haters boy

Flex, All I do is flex boy

But never flex for them birds boy

Only pigeons flock for that bread boy

Tell me what do you live for zoya?

Da cha tha para tha mrai zoya

Keep on living your life

You’re futures looking so bright

Fake friends are here for tonight

Tryna go and take the shine out ya light alright

But no one helped you get sparked

Even your shadow left in the dark

But now bitches see you and bark

BUT all they really want is a moment to be a part

OF the money and the swagger cus sippy been making art

SEE the problem was the people who doubted you from the start

Cus now that you fly

Everybody wanna be like sip

Oh now I really know why

I could smell it boy, you the shit

You don’t even try cus it’s easy right?

Make hoes pose nude like Yeezy wife

You popped more bottles in the last month, then most people did in they life

FLEX, Flex for them haters boy

Flex, Flex for that camera boy

Flex, Flex for them haters boy

Flex, All I do is flex boy