Flewed Out

(album: City On Lock - 2020)

Cheeze

Married to the streets, I can't do forest
Know some rich niggas 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 trapping from the 'partment to the corridor
I believe in God, not in karma (Karma)
Ain't fucking with these bitches who just looking for a comma (Comma)
Seven figure nigga, two commas (Commas)
I been popping back that money so niggas even can't relate
I been running up from zeros, some shit I just gotta say
Everybody got a job, I guess they position to hate
I can deal when niggas talking, 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 fucking with that lil' boy, he beneath me
I got stars watching 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 making nothing competition, we just leasing
Only hitting baddies, can't be fucking 'round with decent
Bitch 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 eating
Bitch tryna get flewed out for the weekend
We staying over, I'm on mine, no sleeping
Get you a bag and put it up for no reason
Pick up the cash and count it up, then we leaving
Bitch tryna to get flewed out for the weekend

Gotta spend a hundred if you really want it flewed out (Period)
Pussy make him pack it up and move out (Yup)
Hair worth the last name and new house
Fucking on a private my mood now (Haha)
Let him eat this pussy on the G5
I'ma bust this ass like I'm stripping in the G5
Plenty niggas 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 bitch (Boss bitch)
My two Birkins like they don't cost shit (Cost shit)
Sucking him dead, he in the coffin
Pussy 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 eating
Bitch tryna get flewed out for the weekend (For the weekend)
We staying over, I'm on mine, no sleeping
Get you a bag and put it up for no reason
Pick up the cash and count it up, then we leaving (Yeah)
Bitch tryna to get flewed out for the weekend (Ha, what's up?)

JT back, trap niggas bring the blues out (Yeah)
I was in the cell, Yung Miami getting flewed out (Ah)
Put this pussy on him, make a nigga say "Ooh, ahh"
City Girls hot but my jewelry too cool
Everybody wanna be relationship goals (Yeah)
How they tricks, sis, we ain't saving these hoes (Uh-huh)
Fly a hood bitch from Miami to Melrose (Yeah)
Pussy on his nose in the back of the Rolls (What's up?)
Post up the food but don't post the nigga (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 pussy 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 eating
Bitch tryna get flewed out for the weekend
We staying over, I'm on mine, no sleeping
Get you a bag and put it up for no reason
Pick up the cash and count it up. then we leaving
Bitch tryna to get flewed out for the weekend

Bitch tryna get flewed out for the weekend
Bitch tryna get flewed out for the weekend
Bitch tryna get flewed out for the weekend