Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Flewed Out, artist - City Girls. Date of issue: 19.06.2020
Song language: English
Flewed Out |
| Married to the streets, I can’t divorce it |
| Know some rich niggas probably never make the Forbes list |
| Still, I’ll bust a move in some Jordans (Jordans) |
| Make 'em take her phone, I know she tryna record me |
| Flew her on the jet, I got chartered here |
| 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 |
| pick it up and move out (Yup) |
| Head 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 bounce this ass like I’m strippin' at the G5 |
| Plenty niggas tried, had to hit 'em with the deny |
| Tell him that he gotta spend a bag for a reply (Haha) |
| Patek the wrist, I’m such a boss bitch (Boss bitch) |
| Multiple Birkins like they don’t cost shit (Cost shit) |
| Suckin' him dead, he in the coffin |
| Pussy tsunami, Miami Dolphin (Haha) |
| 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' (Yeah) |
| Bitch tryna to get flewed out for the weekend (Ha, what’s up?) |
| JT back, trap niggas bring the blues out (Yeah) |
| I was in the cell, Yung Miami gettin' flewed out (Ah) |
| Put this pussy on him, make a nigga say «Ooh, ahh» |
| City Girls hot but my jewelry too cool |
| Everybody wanna be relationship goals (Yeah) |
| How they trick sis, we ain’t savin' these hoes (Uh-huh) |
| Fly a hood bitch from Miami to Melrose (Yeah) |
| Pussy on his nose in the back of the Rolls (What's up?) |
| Post up the food, but don’t post the nigga (Nah) |
| Post up the bag, but don’t post the spender (No) |
| Kiss and you tell, I’ma suspend you (Bye) |
| 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 weekend |