FLEWED OUT LYRICS – CITY GIRLS FT. LIL BABY

Flewed Out Lyrics : Sung by City Girls and Lil Baby Flewed out song lyrics penned by City Girls.


Flewed Out Lyrics –  City Girls Feat. Lil Baby


Married to the streets, I can’t do forest

Know some rich n—– that’d never make the Forbes list

Still, I’ll bust a move in some Jordans (Jordans)

Make ’em take their phone, I know she tryna record me

Flew her on the jet, I got chartered, yeah

Half a million, now a hundred my starter kit

Press a button 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—–’ with these b—— who just lookin’ for a comma (Comma)

Seven figure n—-, two commas (Commas)

I been poppin’ back that money so n—– even can’t relate

I been runnin’ up from zeros, some s— I just gotta say

Everybody got a job, I guess they position to hate

I can deal when n—– 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—–’ 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—–’ ’round with decent

B—- tryna to get flewed out for the weekend



 

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—- 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—- tryna to get flewed out for the weekend


Gotta spend a hundred if you really want it flewed out (Period) P—- make him pack it up and move out (Yup)

Hair worth the last name and new house

F—–’ on a private my mood now (Haha)

Let him eat this p—- on the G5

I’ma bust this a– like I’m strippin’ in the G5

Plenty n—– tryna hit, had to hit ’em with the deny

Tell him that he gotta spend a bag to get a reply (Haha)

Patek the wrist, I’m such a boss b—- (Boss b—-)

My two Birkins like they don’t cost s— (Cost s—)

S—–’ him dead, he in the coffin

P—- tsunami, Miami Dolphin (Haha)



 

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—- 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—- tryna to get flewed out for the weekend (Ha, what’s up?)


JT back, trap n—– bring the blues out (Yeah)

I was in the cell, Yung Miami gettin’ flewed out (Ah)

Put this p—- on him, make a n—- say “Ooh, ahh”

City Girls hot but my jewelry too cool

Everybody wanna be relationship goals (Yeah)

How they tricks, sis, we ain’t savin’ these hoes (Uh-huh)

Fly a hood b—- from Miami to Melrose (Yeah)

P—- on his nose in the back of the Rolls (What’s up?)

Post up the food but don’t post the n—- (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—- expensive (Period)



 

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—- 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—- tryna to get flewed out for the weekend


B—- tryna get flewed out for the weekend

B—- tryna get flewed out for the weekend

B—- tryna get flewed out for the weekend

Flewed Out Song Credits :-

Singer: City Girls, Lil Baby

Composer: City Girls, Lil Baby

Lyrics by: City Girls

YouTube Label :  City Girls

Flewed Out Video Song :

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