Trev Rich – Flex Sumn (Bonus) (To Make A Long Story Short Album)

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(Woman)
Why you tired?
Fuck was you doin’ last night?

(Trev Rich)
Same shit I do every night…

(Bandcamp, bandcamp, bandcamp)

[Chorus]
Tell her flex sumn
Baby bust it like you know you got a check comin’
Where your phone ’cause you know you got a text comin’
And you might not get another one ’til next summer
Unless you flex, flex, flex, flex
Flex sumn
Baby bust it like you know you got a check comin’
Where your phone ’cause you know you got a text comin’
And you might not get another one ’til next summer
Unless you flex, flex, flex, flex

[Verse 1]
Yeah, I heard you dance, where you work and what they call you?
You don’t wanna say you got that fire ’cause they all do
We ain’t trippin’, nothin’ clumsy but the top we gon’ fall through
Knew I’d spend some money in this bitch soon as I saw you
If you work, work, work, work
Oh, you on yo’ navy now?
Everybody in my fuckin’ city say it’s crazy now
Radio gon’ even juke I heard they wanna play me now
You see all this money?
You won’t touch it if you lazy now
I brought a couple bands with me on respect
Seein’ if it’s true about what everybody said, yeah

[Chorus]
Flex sumn
Baby bust it like you know you got a check comin’
Where your phone ’cause you know you got a text comin’
And you might not get another one ’til next summer
Unless you flex, flex, flex, flex
Flex sumn
Baby bust it like you know you got a check comin’
Where your phone ’cause you know you got a text comin’
And you might not get another one ’til next summer
Unless you flex, flex, flex, flex

[Verse 2]
Bust it for them niggas with the check, baby
I mean, I know yo’ head crazy ’cause yo’ ex crazy
My nigga we ridin’ for the set you know the set crazy
Treat them niggas like you treat me ’cause they next, baby
Flex baby
Pussy poppin’ keep them niggas watchin’ fa sho
When they bring ’em in a band we call that dollars to go
I mean, they knew what we was ’bout soon as we walked in the door
I know my nigga might get to trippin’ but I’ll call you fa sho
‘Cause he done had way too many drinks with me
I mean I know it’s gettin’ late but you can’t leave with me
Unless you

[Chorus]
Flex sumn
Baby bust it like you know you got a check comin’
Where your phone ’cause you know you got a text comin’
And you might not get another one ’til next summer
Unless you flex, flex, flex, flex
Flex sumn
Baby bust it like you know you got a check comin’
Where your phone ’cause you know you got a text comin’
And you might not get another one ’til next summer
Unless you flex, flex, flex, flex

(Ooooh, gorilla boy got that heat)
(Bandcamp, bandcamp)

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