"Flawlëss" Lyrics

Out here thuggin' with my boy Rob
How many money chains dem is, chief?
Shit, sixty-five, you heard me?
Hold on, what your money on your shoes for?
That mean I walk to the money
Damn
You know what I'm saying?
Money on my watch, that mean time is money
Money on my phone, that mean I talk to the money
Money on my chain, that mean the money hang with me
Money on my hat, that mean money on my mind
Money on my Kool-Aid, that mean my money sweet
Oh, yeah, G, what the, what is on your, uh, shades for?
Shades, that mean I see the money, you heard me?
Out here thuggin', you feel me? Just chillin'
Sixty-five money chains on my neck, oh, yeah
Out here thuggin,' you know what I'm saying? Chillin'
Sharedatbitchlikeapizza, you heard me?
(BNYX)

You don't exist
Take a Perc' in the Tonka, that's it
Money swollen like cyst, huh
They didn't put faith in the kid, huh
Look at the Bentley Mulsanne in my hanger
The big body, pull off the road, watch it spin (woo, woo)
I'm the one, got the VVS diamonds
I doubled that shit, then I tripled again
Flawless, flawless, flawless, flawless, ah
Flawless, flawless, flawless, flawless, yeah (tripled again)
Flawless, flawless, flawless, flawless, ah (tripled again)
Flawless, flawless, flawless, flawless, yeah (tripled again)

Flawless, flawless, flawless, yeah
Buffy the Vampire Slayer with these Cartiers (Cartier)
Flawless, flawless, flawless, yeah (oh, yeah)
Even though she is in love, I am still heartless, yeah (heartless)
Mixed up the party pack, popped like a molly
I was the first young nigga rockin' Marni
Young nigga, yeah, I'm raw like molly
Yeah, I'm so raw I don't need to use a condom, I'm sorry
When I play golf, only time for a par
All of my watch cost me a new car (ha)
Married my bitch and I treat her like Marge
So-so my sneaker and I still take the bars, yeah
Shout out my twizzy, this Percocet right here, this shit got my dizzy
When life give you lemons, they crush that, it's Simply
Niggas, they racin' like mice, they like Minnie and Mickey
Rock Balenciaga on Dickie
I got too stupid, that Glock, and it came with a switch
And ideally I ran a lil' sticky
I was the one that was handlin' business
I was just mixin' the Perkie with Bennie
I was the one that was pushin' the limit (I was the one)
Run up the numbers like it was a scrimmage
Ran up the bands on you broke-ass niggas, ran up them bands
I got them racks all in my own pants, you niggas fans (fans)

You don't exist
Take a Perc' in the Tonka, that's it
Money swollen like cyst, huh
They didn't put faith in the kid, huh
Look at the Bentley Mulsanne in my hanger
The big body, pull off the road, watch it spin (woo, woo)
I'm the one, got the VVS diamonds
I doubled that shit, then I tripled again
Flawless, flawless, flawless, flawless, ah
Flawless, flawless, flawless, flawless, yeah (tripled again)
Flawless, flawless, flawless, flawless, ah (tripled again)
Flawless, flawless, flawless, flawless, yeah (tripled again)