Funk Flex (#Freestyle197) Lyrics – Roddy Ricch
Singer: Roddy Ricch
Title: Funk Flex (#Freestyle197)
Ayy, hey
Ayy
Make fifty million in the gamer chair
Don’t count the money ’cause I know it’s there
Don’t play with me, this sh#t ain’t fair
Carry it and bear it
sh#t gettin’ scary
Rich, I’m very
Sunday with the Cherri
Whip all white, red guts, cherry on top
Guarantee they send my closet every thread you cop
Lot of you n#gg#s is lukewarm, but, none of you n#gg#s is hot
Went eleven weeks number one, b#tch, I came up with, “The Box”
Lot of horses in the engine, Forgies when a b#tch trot
Michael Jordan with the ball, Jay-Z with the Roc
Got my mind from my mama
Got the hustle from pops
n#gg#s want me to stop, so, I’ma keep on droppin’
Around the mansion it’s a ostrich, I’m a trendin’ topic
My lil’ b#tch from out the yajects, drop off this deposit
Wrappin’ all these diamonds ’round my neck ’cause I’m a narcasist
My whip look like darkness
You got me like a cartridge
How the f#ck you look at us and act like you don’t know we rich?
They say, “Yo’ b#tch be on my dick,” never find no ho in me
I’m what I forward to be
b#tch, ain’t no recordin’ me
Out in Portugal, I don’t speak no Portuguese
But, she know get on her knees
I’m black Jesus in my city, n#gg#
I was seein’ Ps way before the CDs, n#gg#
I ain’t embarrassed when they say rap changed my life
Make another five hundred when I got on the flight
Reebok got me deals, I need mills
Got to sit down with Doner and show him what I can build
I could make a hundred million off tennis shoes, for real
Might sit back like Ye and stack me a couple mills
Audemar- Mar-M-M- Mar, M- M- Mar- Mar
Pagani, P-P-P-Pagani, Pagani
The doors chop a n#gg# up like the whip Chinese
Rollin’ in a Demon, tell the Devil, “Get behind me”
Ayy, ayy
Ayy
Ayy, look
I got in my environment and I can’t warm a studio
Junkie, suicide
Barma, stay away from socials, I don’t like my name in drama
Devil take my life away, I told God to take my trauma
Got famous on my own, my time to go find a Madona
And make a million-dollar baby, I might celebrate Kwanzaa
A famous collar, I make the whole bedroom Prada
Make fifty million next year, I’m just being modest
‘Til then, it’s sheepskin, condoms, and mix all on my clothes
A regular day, it might be Nike down all the way to my toes
Been internalizing scriptures and writin’ down my goals
I can’t never flip, and never fold
It’s Ricch, ayy
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