DJ Durel
Gotta flex a lot
I was broke as hell walkin' around passin' CD's in the parking lot
Now my little b- want five racks for a new bag 'cause I'm rich enough (rich enough)
P- good, had to pay for it, let me knock it out like the juggernaut (juggernaut, yeah)
Let me stop (hold on)
Flexing, wake up and brush my teeth got on a flooded Cuban necklace (ice)
I was broke, couldn't buy no waffle, how's my pockets pregnant? (Pregnant)
Hold on (hold on), let me count it gimme a second
Rich as hell, bad b-, gotta duck 'em off I done f- them all, like a kiss and tell
Baby mama steady trippin' on me
Why she's hating on me? Tell her, "Go to hell" (go to hell)
Young n-, I done ran it up money too tall, I can go to jail (yeah)
Yeah, it was just me and Durel
Yeah, I had to grind for real
I had to ride the train 'fore I seen a mil'
Wake up, I put on new Chanel
Left the house, couldn't leave my skin
Left wrist like a hundred and twelve
Mama mad, couldn't take the smell
Too many racks, I left a paper trail
F- twelve, I would never tell
No deposit, write me a check up, I barter my zip
Start me L.A. when I Yo Gotti
I knock it out, she call me, "Big Papi" (Big Papi)
Flexing, so many diamonds, can't forget my bank account was on E
Look at my Cuban links, got me walking 'round with yo bank account on me
(Flexing) wake up and brush my teeth got on a flooded cuban necklace (ice)
I was broke, couldn't buy no waffle, how's my pockets pregnant? (Pregnant)
Hold on (hold on), let me count it gimme a second (hold on)
Joseando ando en el barrio
Colgándole el AK Esos c- hacen "clap"
Rolando en un Zig-Zag
Muchas pacas, menos mal
Ya saben que ando h-
No es el Phantom, Cullinan
Voy tapado y no es irak
El navesón Aventador, una mansión como Playboy
Lo que una noche de morrro soñó
Algunas dicen que soy un f- boy
No, no, no
Ya no sé ni cuántas son las p- que me dio
Esta niña en el trocón
Me la llevo y qué sé yo
Lista pa' sacar la Glock
Flexing, wake up and brush my teeth got on a flooded Cuban necklace (ice)
I was broke, couldn't buy no waffle, how's my pockets pregnant? (Pregnant)
Hold on (hold on), let me count it gimme a second
Flexing, wake up and brush my teeth got on a flooded Cuban necklace
I was broke, couldn't buy no waffle, how's my pockets pregnant?
Hold on, let me count it gimme a second
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