Lyrics
[Intro]
(Hahahaha, The Young Nav Michael)
[Chorus: REID B2WN]
These niggas claim that they fuck with me (No)
Look young and paid with these stacks on me
I never used to get it, came up off road
So I had to get it on my own
Oh shit, run a cheque, yeah
Oh shit, it's a flex, yeah
Is it the Rollie or the Patek? Nah
I need more diamonds on my neck, yeah (Yeah)
[Verse 1: Nines]
"Nines, how you still flippin' haze?"
I ain't grinding, this shit sells itself like my triple A's
All this weed, we ain't runnin' out of flavours
Their re-up's in the post and mine's is coming in containers, uh
I was gonna bring him in, help him do a grow
Coulda been in crop circle on our UFO
My little nigga lost a nina, that ain't a loss to Nina
Fam, I had a hundred birds stuck in Costa Rica
I just copped a thousand rounds for the Glock
Can't find your yard? I'll spray up every house on your block
It ain't back, fam, these packs got me up, the gamble on
About this track
"Flex" is a song by Nines from the album Crabs In A Bucket, released in 2020. The song was written by Nines, NorthSideBenji, REID B2WN. It was produced by Nav Michael, Ruby Retro.
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Accumulators, I do bets on the back of a truck, uh
Them pagans are broke, Ice City's wavier
Told the jeweller "Flood the ring like Wrestlemania"
You wanna hear somethin' crazier?
My nigga made 900K off a brick in Australia
[Chorus: REID B2WN]
These niggas claim that they fuck with me (No)
Look young and paid with these stacks on me
I never used to get it, came up off road
So I had to get it on my own
Oh shit, run a cheque, yeah
Oh shit, it's a flex, yeah
Is it the Rollie or the Patek? Nah
I need more diamonds on my neck, yeah (Yeah)
[Verse 2: NorthsideBenji]
See, no more Rollie, gold Patek, yeah, yeah, yeah
Fuck the fame, I came for respect, yeah, yeah, yeah
I don't need nobody say I'm next, nah
See, I get love up in the East, up in the West though
No love for these fed hoes
I'm just tryna touch all this paper like I'm on nest though
I don't give a fuck 'bout no hater, that's what this vest for
She say that she love me, XOXO
But she can't even hug me, I'm so special
I try to leave but I can't let go
Somethin' bout these streets got it feelin' like my next home
These fedarales got me switchin' to my next phone
I can't love no more, word to my ex hoe
I don't do the club, oh no, tryna invest more
See, my nigga got the G2C, it got the red glow
I just sold the next two keys right off this Encro
Yo' shit sells slow, my shit Tesco (Yeah, yeah)
[Chorus: REID B2WN]
These niggas claim that they fuck with me (No)
Look young and paid with these stacks on me
I never used to get it, came up off road
So I had to get it on my own
Oh shit, run a cheque, yeah
Oh shit, it's a flex, yeah
Is it the Rollie or the Patek? Nah
I need more diamonds on my neck, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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