Flexin & Finessin Lyrics - Singles - Iggy Azalea

Flexin and Finessin 

Flexin and Finessin 

Ain't got no time for stressing 

I'm just flexin and finessing 

Okay now, Big dollars I been gettin. 

This my world boy I been shittin 

These bad bitches? I'm friends with em 

They bow down and let my friends hit em 

Like got damn. this Tight Gold shit! 

You ridin' round in my old whip 

Me? Trapgold 1st? Black hood 

He gotta double cup, and pour that good 

I got racks to play, you on my tip. 

You just window shop and don't by shit! 

I gotta pearl handle, don't try shit. 

And to these haters please stay up off my dick 

I got cartiers on my eye lids. And these princesses on my wrist 

How the fuck could you say it ain't fly bitch!? 

I'm so fresh to death I just died bitch! 

Now clap clap for me. Go ahead girl bring it back back for me 

Pull my cash out my let her lap dance for it 

Fuck around and bust a band no black jack on it 

Call me iggy Iigs I'm on trippy shit 

I like whitneys hips. I like britneys tits 

I want em both to strip I'm on pippin shit 

And since I can't pick... We'll do a switchy switch, word 

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Let's go! 

I was counting cash with the money machine 

She giving me head then coming outta her jeans 

Smoke a pound today roll up a Juicy J double cup full of Promethazine. 

Seen the Porsch I like bought the bitch twice 

I can do that shit for the rest of my life 

Seen the bitch I like hit the bitch twice 

Stay flexing hard mother fuck a price 

I get it flip it and shit it 

Poppin molly dig it back to business 

Ride the lamb doing twice the limit 

Got your bitch screaming from start to finish 

Bank bands all on my cash, stripper bitches gone shake they ass 

Twenty years in the rap game, man I don't have to make it last 

That bullshit that you smoking never been in my cigar 

What I'm smoking on you gotta keep in a jar 

Own it to the shit and nigga pop and have a bar 

With two white kids menage-a-trois 

Rolling up, back to back 

I need my medicine I got cataracts 

One night with yo bitch then you can have her back 

Me saving these hoes imagine that 

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Flexin' & Finessin, Fle-Flexin' & Finessin 

Ain't got no time for stressin 

I'm just Flexin' & Finessin 

Flexin' & Finessin, Flexin' & Finessin 

And Finessin, and Finessin, and Finessin 

Flexin and Finessin, nessin-nessin-nessin 

Look look look flexin and finessin nessin nessin