Flex Lyrics - Playboi Carti

All of these bitches, they're mad, ooh 

All of these niggas, they're mad, ooh 

All of these bitches, they're mad, ooh 

All of these niggas, they're mad, ooh 

I walk in the bank and I laugh, ooh 

I walk in the bank and I laugh, ooh 

I walk in the bank and I laugh, ooh 

Ooh, ooh, walk with a bag, ooh 

Sad, ooh, sad, ooh, mad, ooh 

All of these niggas, they're mad, ooh 

All of these niggas, they're mad, ooh 

Walk in the buildin', I flex on that boy 

I flex on that boy with the bag, ooh 

Ice on my neck and my mama like, "Boy 

Where you get all of that cash?" 

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I got the bag, ooh, ice on my wrist 

Mama like, "Where you get this?" 

I got a sad boo, gave her a brick 

Then I gave her a lil' kiss, ooh 

Yeah, I rock out in the 6, 6 

But nigga, we fire, we split 

I'm takin' your shit, you college kid, ooh 

We really be poppin' shit, ooh 

I hit a lick, no kid, ooh 

I had a lick but no bit, ooh 

She suck me up like a tick, ooh 

Damn my weed smell like a pick, ooh 

He do that talk and he simp, ooh 

Damn that lil' got a lil' thick, ooh 

I told that bitch to come in 

I told that bitch to come in 

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All of these bitches, they're mad, ooh 

All of these niggas, they're mad, ooh 

All of these bitches, they're mad, ooh 

All of these niggas, they're mad, ooh 

I walk in the bank and I laugh, ooh 

I walk in the bank and I laugh, ooh 

I walk in the bank and I laugh, ooh 

Ooh, ooh, walk with a bag, ooh 

Sad, ooh, sad, ooh, mad, ooh 

All of these niggas, they're mad, ooh 

All of these niggas, they're mad, ooh 

Walk in the buildin', I flex on that boy 

I flex on that boy with the bag, ooh 

Ice on my neck and my mama like, "Boy 

Where you get all of that cash?" 

Yeah, who the fuck is you talkin' to, nigga? The fuck you think this is? 

You think 'cause you got a couple dollars you're a fuckin' playboy? 

Nigga you ain't a fuckin' playboy, nigga, you ain't nothin', nigga. 

Fuck outta here, Carti, fuck outta here. 

Don't call my phone with that shit, my nigga. 

Real mad, nigga I don't ever get mad. This nigga trippin' 

Is you mad, or what? 

Is you mad or what? 

Girl that's bad for us 

Say you mad for once 

Said she had enough 

Girl that's bad for us 

She came back for once 

Yeah it's probably done 

She gon' back it up 

I'm gonna spaz for us 

Girl that's bad for us 

Say you mad for once 

Said she had enough 

Girl that's bad for us 

I guess you're not feelin' me 

Not feelin' the energy 

Baby girl, we can do plan A 

Baby girl, we can do plan B, ooh 

I walk in that bitch, they playin' my shit 

Walk in that bitch, eyes on the kicks 

Walk in that bitch, eyes on the fit 

I look at your bitch, then blow her a kiss 

Mwah, ooh, I got that deuce in the coupe 

Got a white bitch like YesJulz 

All of my niggas, they fool 

Look at that boy, look at his jewels 

All of my niggas, they're bool 

Lil' bitch, bleed in the booth 

Ooh, these niggas, they lookin' like who 

Ooh, Cash, Cash, Cash 

My outfit just made the front page 

Hop off the plane, I run to the stage, yah 

Ooh, your ho gettin' laid 

Yeah, ayy, she might come in late 

I heard that your nigga Atlanta 

I heard that your nigga Atlanta 

I heard that your nigga Atlanta 

Yeah, might sing on a bitch 

Ayy, might sing on this shit 

Might sing on a bitch 

I might just sing on this shit 

Might sing on a bitch 

I might just sing on this shit 

I might just sing on this shit