Flex
Kid Exquisite Lyrics

We got the checks, we had to flex
Links on the neck , Rollie Patek,
with the baguettes, I want the neck,
what you expect? Foreigns and jets

I had to put my ex bitch to the side, I had to do that I'm feeling alive
I had to jump on a jet in the sky I had to take my new bitch to Dubai
Could see that I struggle u look In my eye could see and you know that I'm coming for mine
I had to cut off them bitches who lied I had to hustle I had to provide
Now I hit Neiman's when I want to shop, sound like T. rex when I pull out the lot reminiscing I was flipping them Quap's hit the jeweler just to flood out the watch, used to be water that flood out my block, when I hit up the club bet them bitches gon' flock, you hating on me but I bet u gon' flop, don't fuck with no rats and don't fuck with no opps I hit blooomies, I hit Gucci, I hit Louis, all my shit is exclusive, smoking on cookie, your bitches be looking , I'll fuck it I took it, don't care if you knew it
I can not fuck with no bitches who regular, all it gon take is one time and I'm deading her, I got the loud, the oils, the edibles, all of my old heads got locked they went federal, all of that sucker shit that I could never do, self made boss the feeling incredible ain't no loss that bitch was for everyone self made boss the feeling incredible

We got the checks, we had to flex
Links on the neck , Rollie Patek,
with the baguettes, I want the neck,
what you expect? Foreigns and jets

I had to put my new bitch on a jet, I had to bust down the Rollie Patek
I had to pop a molly for the set, I had to pop a molly percocet
I had to get the brain like a test, count up all night and I can't get no rest
Cant count on these bitches I count on the check, what you expect? Foreigns and Jets
I came up fast had to finesse, two hundred the dash I had to flex
Hope I don't crash I'm on the tech, I had to splash drip too wet
Sit on the throne, honey I'm home, she don't love me no more, cause I'm in my zone

We got the checks, we had to flex
Links on the neck , Rollie Patek,
with the baguettes, I want the neck,
what you expect? Foreigns and jets