Flewed Out Lyrics - City Girls | Lil Baby

Cheeze

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