Flex N Finesse

[Intro]

(Sil-Silver)

[Chorus]

Yeah, I flex, finesse, I flex, finesse

Yeah, I flex, finesse, I flex and I finesse

Yeah, I flex, finesse, I flex, finesse

Yeah, I flex, finesse, I flex and I finesse

[Verse]

My wrist all wet, my neck baguettes

My phone keep ringin', don't call, just send a text

I touched my first M, man, I fell in love with that

You know you dead wrong, boy, you better come correct

Pullin' up wide-body Scat, this ain't a Charger

If I text that model back, I bet we gon' ménage

Say that he got beef with me, but I don't know the cause

I don't know who he think he is, he get turnt into rocks

Couple niggas on me, I'ma keep 'em out the way

I'm rich as fuck, I just spent four-fifty on a ring

Bad bitches to the front, all broke niggas to the back

Mix Dior with that Saint Laurent, dress like I'm at the Met

[Chorus]

Yeah, I flex, finesse, I flex, finesse

Yeah, I flex, finesse, I flex and I finesse

Yeah, I flex, finesse, I flex, finesse

Yeah, I flex, finesse, I flex and I finesse

[Outro]

Yeah, I flex

I flex and I—

(Sil-Silver)

Finesse

Yeah, I flex

I flex and I—

Yeah, I flex

I flex and I finesse