Lyrics: Cristian Huerta Garcia
Music: Cristian Huerta Garcia
Uh, uh, got me a flick on my time
You talking like you are my bitch
I’m finna turn you to a crime
I“m counting the hundreds, I just see blue
You wouldn't know what to do
With all of the money in yo’ hands
You reaching but don't understand
Phone flash, why stop
Keep posing, I know you a fraud
Keep talking it's all a facade
Saint Peter, yeah self sabotage
Cameras flashing
Posing for money can't stop
If i was like you
I’d probably blow my head off
Woah, all of this pressure they flex
Talking like they are up next
They putting up for a check
They putting up for a check, check, check
Talking like, talking like,
All of this, all of this, flex
All of this, all of this, all of this flex
Flash,flash got me a flick on my time
You talking like you are my bitch
I’m finna turn you to a crime
I“m counting the hundreds, I just see blue
You wouldn't know what to do
With all of the money in yo’ hands
You reaching but don't understand
Flash,flash got me a flick on my time
You talking like you are my bitch
I’m finna turn you to a crime
I“m counting the hundreds, I just see blue
You wouldn't know what to do
With all of the money in yo’ hands
You reaching but don't understand