Flewed Out Lyrics by City Girls ft. Lil Baby is latest English song with music also given by them. Flewed Out Song lyrics are written by City Girls.
Flewed Out Song Detail
Singer: City Girls, Lil Baby
Composer: City Girls, Lil Baby
Lyrics by: City Girls
Flewed Out City Girls
Cheeze
Married to the streets, I can’t do forest
Know some rich n—– that’d never make the Forbes list
Still, I’ll bust a move in some Jordans (Jordans)
Make ’em take their phone, I know she tryna record me
Flew her on the jet, I got chartered, yeah
Half a million, now a hundred my starter kit
Press a button on the whip and make it start up
Everybody trappin’ from the ‘partment to the corridor
I believe in God, not in karma (Karma)
Ain’t f—–’ with these b—— who just lookin’ for a comma (Comma)
Seven figure n—-, two commas (Commas)
I been poppin’ back that money so n—– even can’t relate
I been runnin’ up from zeros, some s— I just gotta say
Everybody got a job, I guess they position to hate
I can deal when n—– talkin’, as long they in they place
I was married to the game, I’m just happy I got away
Then I take a picture with a R in the seat
I ain’t f—–’ with that lil’ boy, he beneath me
I got stars watchin’ over me when I’m sleep
Shorty really love me, she just scared I’ma leave
Give a couple thousand every time that we creep
We ain’t makin’ nothin’ competition, we just leasin’
Only hittin’ baddies, can’t be f—–’ ’round with decent
B—- tryna to get flewed out for the weekend
I got some money I’m tryna blow, give me a reason
You and your friend, a penthouse, Four Seasons
You do the job, I pay the tab, we eatin’
B—- tryna get flewed out for the weekend
We stayin’ over, I’m on mine, no sleepin’
Get you a bag and put it up for no reason
Pick up the cash and count it up, then we leavin’
B—- tryna to get flewed out for the weekend
Gotta spend a hundred if you really want it flewed out (Period) P—- make him pack it up and move out (Yup)
Hair worth the last name and new house
F—–’ on a private my mood now (Haha)
Let him eat this p—- on the G5
I’ma bust this a– like I’m strippin’ in the G5
Plenty n—– tryna hit, had to hit ’em with the deny
Tell him that he gotta spend a bag to get a reply (Haha)
Patek the wrist, I’m such a boss b—- (Boss b—-)
My two Birkins like they don’t cost s— (Cost s—)
S—–’ him dead, he in the coffin
P—- tsunami, Miami Dolphin (Haha)
I got some money I’m tryna blow, give me a reason
You and your friend, a penthouse, Four Seasons
You do the job, I pay the tab, we eatin’
B—- tryna get flewed out for the weekend (For the weekend)
We stayin’ over, I’m on mine, no sleepin’
Get you a bag and put it up for no reason
Pick up the cash and count it up, then we leavin’ (Yeah)
B—- tryna to get flewed out for the weekend (Ha, what’s up?)
JT back, trap n—– bring the blues out (Yeah)
I was in the cell, Yung Miami gettin’ flewed out (Ah)
Put this p—- on him, make a n—- say “Ooh, ahh”
City Girls hot but my jewelry too cool
Everybody wanna be relationship goals (Yeah)
How they tricks, sis, we ain’t savin’ these hoes (Uh-huh)
Fly a hood b—- from Miami to Melrose (Yeah)
P—- on his nose in the back of the Rolls (What’s up?)
Post up the food but don’t post the n—- (Nah)
Post up the bag but don’t post the spender (No)
Kiss and you tell? I’ma suspend you (Bye)
Free game but this p—- expensive (Period)
I got some money I’m tryna blow, give me a reason
You and your friend, a penthouse, Four Seasons
You do the job, I pay the tab, we eatin’
B—- tryna get flewed out for the weekend
We stayin’ over, I’m on mine, no sleepin’
Get you a bag and put it up for no reason
Pick up the cash and count it up. then we leavin’
B—- tryna to get flewed out for the weekend
B—- tryna get flewed out for the weekend
B—- tryna get flewed out for the weekend
B—- tryna get flewed out for the weekend