Song Lyrics

Hey, hey

If you got a problem
You should've solved it
I had some problems
That was more shit
Now I got some options
I already know this
I pray everyday now
Surrounded by vultures
I laugh everyday now
I see some jokers
Fought off the brave
I need a chauffeur
I need some space now
Flex my Dior shit
Made that money up
I make it stare at
Loving us, double touch
In and out, Double Dutch
Now you want f*ck with us
I need a house by the shore
I need an ounce when I'm bored
I might even free up them bricks
Then we go north in the Porsche

Pour out a drink on the floor
Usually I make it count but I'm tryna live for tomorrow
We be the gods
Go check the scores
(Nigga go check the scores)
She make it clap, don't need a round of applause

So secure the bag
Secure the bag, no we ain't new to this shit nigga
Step up in the spot have 'em going mad
Money in the bank, yea it's all mad
Bitch, we just secured the bag
You can tell by the ruck strut, drop top, sport, nigga too much flair

E gang, Ezzy gang to death, got your girl here pushin' to the left
If I finish show, then there's nothing left
Check the venue, fam there's nothing there
Young nigga came out the bando, a nigga move swift
Plottin' 'til you dead, you don't even understand though, look at all these fans, woah
So far ahead but you know these mans blow like mans already blown
Ay, hold your breath I don't make friends, it's all dead put your mans on
Hollow weight Billy
It's been time since I re'd-up
Can ask man be up, a nigga go red when they us
A young nigga came out the bando, a nigga move swift
I skrt with my bitch I'm on six, skrt with my bitch I'm on this
Like follow, follow the leader
Can't f*ck with me or A either
Making like, but no one ain't see us
But no one ain't see us

Pour out a drink on the floor
Usually I make it count but I'm tryna live for tomorrow
We be the gods
Go check the scores
(Nigga go check the scores)
She make it clap, don't need a round of applause

So secure the bag
Secure the bag, no we ain't new to this shit nigga
Step up in the spot have 'em going mad
Money in the bank, yea it's all mad
Bitch, we just secured the bag
You can tell by the ruck strut, drop top, sport, nigga too much flair

I'm on the same road I'm always in
You ain't blown, you blow your trumpet
I still watch the plates out my mom's crib
Then I park my plate where my mom lives
I've got softer g's when I'm indoors
You ain't seen a key, you were trapped home
Can't even back your talk you're like a backbone
I sleep comfy in my sheets
I make money in my sleep
You ain't a goat boy you a sheep
Baaaa, even when my shit does leak
It can run 'cah it's not that deep
'Cah it flows to the charts like, in first suites
Still got water for gang and me
I'm skinny but you see I eat
Now you told me who's first eat
Singing nigga got your wifey tapped
She see my water, i-c-e
They pop guns when they're on beats
I'm the one who does pop and they're on me
I ain't talkin' 'bout females this time
Nwa boy, f*ck what

So secure the bag
Secure the bag, no we ain't new to this shit nigga
Step up in the spot have 'em going mad
Money in the bank, yea it's all mad
Bitch, we just secured the bag
You can tell by the ruck strut, drop top, sport, nigga too much flair

Guystone Mbozo Menga, Jason Antonio Moza Hernandez, Leon Brice, Octavian Oliver Godji, Richard Isong, Wesley Bishop

The duration of Flair is 3:52 minutes and seconds.