Lyrics Fleek - lin-Z, B.o.B, London Jae

Fleek

Fleek, fleek, fleek, fleek
(Dance, dance, dance, dance)
Fleek
(Dance, dance, dance, dance)
Nigga got swag on fleek
Thumbin' through the money all week
Saw the cash then she got geeked, on fleek
Fleek, on fleek
Fleek, on fleek
Every single thing on fleek, bitch
Fleekwood Mac that’s me, bitch
Don’t be askin' where the trunk at
The engine right behind the seat, bitch
Just hopped off the G6, snake skin belt from Egypt
One hand on the Bible, ask my homie Jesus
Aye, walked in with swag and the dope
Spillin' champagne, where my manners go?
If you ain’t talkin' money I don’t answer phones
She brought a nigga good weed and some dome
And I’m stoned, pockets fat that’s Angie Stone
I stand alone, with a fleet like this I can’t belong
Eyebrows stay on fleek, bitch
Get 'em done twice a week, bitch
Get ya nigga out my DM
Pussy game stay on fleek, bitch
Chanel bag match my feet, bitch
I ain’t got time for broke hoes
Bitch you know those ain’t your clothes
YOLO ho you so-so
R-red bone, yellow bone
Real hair, hella long
Loud weed, megaphone
Nails on fleek, Giuseppe’s on
Bitches mad cause I’m on now
Panties matchin' my purses
Would fuck your nigga with your pussy
But he can’t pay for these verses
Designer jeans on me
Nigga tryna clone me
These bitches wanna bone me
Real shit, no bologna
Fleek
I paid a thousand dollars for these shades
You ain’t got these, fleek
Rich niggas in the room, have a motherfuckin' seat
Fast car, bad ho
Big bankroll, can’t even fold though
Clean as a whistle hoppin' out the four door
My bitch stay fleek, can’t even control yours
Up all night, I’m taking NoDoz
If I ain’t got none, I’m taking your ho
Two bitches at a time
Tell them hoes stay in line
And bring some more hoes, aye