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flewed out lyrics
[intro]
cheeze

[verse 1: lil baby]
married to the streets, i can’t divorce it
know some rich n*ggas probably never make the forbes list
still, i’ll bust a move in some jordans (jordans)
make ’em take her phone, i know she tryna record me
flew her on the jet, i got chartered here
half a million, now a hundred my starter kit
press a b*tton on the whip and make it start up
everybody trappin’ from the ‘partment to the corridor
i believe in god, not in karma (karma)
ain’t f*ckin’ with these b*tches who just lookin’ for a comma (comma)
seven figure n*gga, two commas (commas)
i been poppin’ back that money so n*ggas even can’t relate
i been runnin’ up from zeros, some sh*t i just gotta say
everybody got a job, i guess they position to hate
i can deal when n*ggas talkin’, 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 f*ckin’ with that lil’ boy, he beneath me
i got stars watchin’ 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 makin’ nothin’ competition, we just leasin’
only hittin’ baddies, can’t be f*ckin’ ’round with decent
b*tch tryna to get flewed out for the weekend

[chorus: lil baby]
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 eatin’
b*tch tryna get flewed out for the weekend
we stayin’ over, i’m on mine, no sleepin’
get you a bag and put it up for no reason
pick up the cash and count it up, then we leavin’
b*tch tryna to get flewed out for the weekend

[verse 2: yung miami]
gotta spend a hundred if you really want it flewed out (period) p*ssy make him pick it up and move out (yup)
head worth the last name and new house
f*ckin’ on a private my mood now (haha)
let him eat this p*ssy on the g5
i’ma bounce this ass like i’m strippin’ at the g5
plenty n*ggas tried, had to hit ’em with the deny
tell him that he gotta spend a bag for a reply (haha)
patek the wrist, i’m such a boss b*tch (boss b*tch)
multiple birkins like they don’t cost sh*t (cost sh*t)
suckin’ him dead, he in the coffin
p*ssy tsunami, miami dolphin (haha)

[chorus: lil baby & jt]
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 eatin’
b*tch tryna get flewed out for the weekend (for the weekend)
we stayin’ over, i’m on mine, no sleepin’
get you a bag and put it up for no reason
pick up the cash and count it up, then we leavin’ (yeah)
b*tch tryna to get flewed out for the weekend (ha, what’s up?)
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[verse 3: jt]
jt back, trap n*ggas bring the blues out (yeah)
i was in the cell, yung miami gettin’ flewed out (ah)
put this p*ssy on him, make a n*gga say “ooh, ahh”
city girls hot but my jewelry too cool
everybody wanna be relationship goals (yeah)
how they trick sis, we ain’t savin’ these hoes (uh*huh)
fly a hood b*tch from miami to melrose (yeah)
p*ssy on his nose in the back of the rolls (what’s up?)
post up the food, but don’t post the n*gga (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 p*ssy expensive (period)

[chorus: lil baby]
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 eatin’
b*tch tryna get flewed out for the weekend
we stayin’ over, i’m on mine, no sleepin’
get you a bag and put it up for no reason
pick up the cash and count it up. then we leavin’
b*tch tryna to get flewed out for the weekend
[outro: lil baby]
b*tch tryna get flewed out for the weekend
b*tch tryna get flewed out for the weekend
b*tch tryna get flewed out for the weekend

- cardi b

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