Flewed out – City Girls lyrics

Lyrics Flewed out – City Girls

Flewed out lyrics
Married to the streets I can’t do forest
Know some rich niggas that’d never make the Forbes list
Still I’ll bust a move in some Jordans (Jordans)
Make ’em take their phone I know she tryna record me
Flew her on the jet I got chartered yeah
Half a million now a hundred my starter kit
Press a button on the whip and make it start up
Everybody trappin’ from the ‘partment to the corridor
I believe in God not in karma (Karma)
Ain’t fuckin’ with these bitches who just lookin’ for a comma (Comma)
Seven figure nigga two commas (Commas)
I been poppin’ back that money so niggas even can’t relate
I been runnin’ up from zeros some shit I just gotta say
Everybody got a job I guess they position to hate
I can deal when niggas talkin’ as long they in they place
I was married to the game I’m just happy I got away
Then I take a picture with a R in the seat
I ain’t fuckin’ with that lil’ boy he beneath me
I got stars watchin’ over me when I’m sleep
Shorty really love me she just scared I’ma leave
Give a couple thousand every time that we creep
We ain’t makin’ nothin’ competition we just leasin’
Only hittin’ baddies can’t be fuckin’ ’round with decent
Bitch tryna to get flewed out for the weekend

I got some money I’m tryna blow give me a reason
You and your friend a penthouse Four Seasons
You do the job I pay the tab we eatin’
Bitch tryna get flewed out for the weekend
We stayin’ over I’m on mine no sleepin’
Get you a bag and put it up for no reason
Pick up the cash and count it up then we leavin’
Bitch tryna to get flewed out for the weekend

Gotta spend a hundred if you really
want it flewed out (Period)
Pussy make him pack it up and move out
Hair worth the last name and new house
Fuckin’ on a private my mood now (Haha)
Let him eat this pussy on the G5
I’ma bust this ass like I’m strippin’ in the G5
Plenty niggas tryna hit had to hit ’em with the deny
Tell him that he gotta spend a bag to get a reply (Haha)
Patek the wrist I’m such a boss bitch (Boss bitch)
My two Birkins like they don’t cost shit (Cost shit)
Suckin’ him dead he in the coffin
Pussy tsunami Miami Dolphin

I got some money I’m tryna blow give me a reason
You and your friend a penthouse Four Seasons
You do the job I pay the tab we eatin’
Bitch tryna get flewed out for the weekend (For the weekend)
We stayin’ over I’m on mine no sleepin’
Get you a bag and put it up for no reason
Pick up the cash and count it up then we leavin’
Bitch tryna to get flewed out for the weekend (Ha what’s up )

JT back trap niggas bring the blues out
I was in the cell Yung Miami gettin’ flewed out
Put this pussy on him make a nigga say “Ooh ahh”
City Girls hot but my jewelry too cool
Everybody wanna be relationship goals
How they tricks sis we ain’t savin’ these hoes
Fly a hood bitch from Miami to Melrose
Pussy on his nose in the back of the Rolls (What’s up )
Post up the food but don’t post the nigga
Post up the bag but don’t post the spender
Kiss and you tell I’ma suspend you
Free game but this pussy expensive (Period)

I got some money I’m tryna blow give me a reason
You and your friend a penthouse Four Seasons
You do the job I pay the tab we eatin’
Bitch tryna get flewed out for the weekend
We stayin’ over I’m on mine no sleepin’
Get you a bag and put it up for no reason
Pick up the cash and count it up. then we leavin’
Bitch tryna to get flewed out for the weekend

Bitch tryna get flewed out for the weekend
Bitch tryna get flewed out for the weekend
Bitch tryna get flewed out for the weekenddd

Flewed out

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