FLEXIN & FINESSIN

[Intro] Flexin' and finessin' Flexin' and finessin' Ain't got no time for stressin' I'm just flexin' and finessin' [Verse 1: Iggy Azalea] 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 buy shit I gotta Pearl Handle, don't try shit and to these haters please stay up off my dick I got Cartiers on my eyelids 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 Iggs, I'm on trippy shit I like Whitney's hips, I like Britney's 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 [Chorus] Flexin' and finessin' Flexin' and finessin' Ain't got no time for stressin' I'm just flexin and finessin' F-F-Flexin' and finessin', and finessin', and finessin', and finess-ness-ness-ness F-F-Flexin' and finessin', -nessin', -nessin, -nessin' F-F-Flexin' and finessin', -nessin', -nessin, -nessin' F-F-Flex- [Verse 2: Juicy J] Let’s go I-I-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 Porsche 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 their 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 chicks, ménage à 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 [Chorus:] Flexin' and finessin' Flexin' and finessin' Ain't got no time for stressin' I'm just flexin and finessin' F-F-Flexin' and finessin', and finessin', and finessin', and finess-ness-ness-ness F-F-Flexin' and finessin', -nessin', -nessin, -nessin' F-F-Flexin' and finessin', -nessin', -nessin, -nessin' F-F-Flexin' and finessin' Trapgold F-F-Flexin' and finessin', and finessin', and finessin', and finess-ness-ness-ness F-F-Flexin' and finessin', -nessin', -nessin, -nessin' F-F-Flexin' and finessin', -nessin', -nessin, -nessin' F-F-Flexin' and finessin'