(Verse 1)
Funny thing about it, you're so childish, perpetrating to your homies, frontin like you're grown.
Funny thing about it, everything that you got is product of the loan that you still owe.
Funny thing about it, I'm the one paying bills, while your broke ass is laying up in my home.
Boy, you need to drop the act.
It's easy to see you're whack.
(Chorus)
Baby, you can bounce like your checks did (checks did)
And you can go get on to the next chick (next chick)
Time to take your bow and hit the exit,
Get to steppin cause...
In the mall, you're flexin,
In the car, you're flexin,
In the club, you're flexin,
On your job, you're flexin,
On your home, you're flexin,
On the gram, you're flexin.
(2x)
(Verse 2)
Lent you my car with a full tank of gas,
Get it back it's on E (It's on E).
And here you go coming asking for money, the audacity.
Not trying to be rude or throw shade, babe, I'm being honest.
But ain't no scrub gunna get this love and that's a promise, alright.
(Bridge)
No scrubs, no scrubs, no love, no love.
Boy, you need to drop the act.
You ain't got the juice like that.
(Chorus)
Baby, you can bounce like your checks did (checks did)
And you can go get on to the next chick (next chick)
Time to take your bow and hit the exit,
Get to steppin cause...
In the mall, you're flexin,
In the car, you're flexin,
In the club, you're flexin,
On your job, you're flexin,
On your home, you're flexin,
On the gram, you're flexin.
(2x)
(Verse 3)
This one's for my ladies and my boss chicks, (yeah 10x)
dealing with them dudes that ain't bout shit. (yeah 10x)
You make me promises, promises, whispering sweet lies.
Ain't nothing new, nothing new, I've heard it all a thousand times.
I'm just like (yeah 10x)
Tell him, yeah.
(Chorus)
In the mall, you're flexin,
In the car, you're flexin,
In the club, you're flexin,
On your job, you're flexin,
On your home, you're flexin,
On the gram, you're flexin.
(2x)
Artist: Liz Longley
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