Текст (слова) песни «Summertime Flex»

Damn, why is everything I make so fucking fire?
You already know what the fuck goin' on...
Trash gang in this bitch
We comin' up, hoe
This that summer time flex (Ayy!)
Billy countin' checks (Billy!)
Chillin' witcho main thot, yeah she givin' neck (Ayy!)
Bitch don't disrespect
These diamonds cost yo' rent (Ice!)
I just stole yo' bitch and all I had to do is flex
Ayy, ooh, yeah
I just pulled up in a Bentley coup (skrrt!)
Diamonds electric like Pikachu (skrrt!)
Billy might go drop the fuckin' roof
Just so you know I can stunt on you (Ayy, ayy)
I got the formula
Count me a check then I run it up
And you know Billy be turning up
Sauce on my wrist I'm incredible
Now I got the money in the bag
Buying all this shit I've never had
Now I make more money than yo' dad
And I got yo' bitch calling me dad (what, what, damn)
I don't got no time for no hoe
Billy get the check then I'm ghost
Hey, and she said she like the way that I flow
She knows that I'm the goat
Summertime flex on yo' hoe
Summertime flex
Summertime flex
I pulled up on yo' bitch with that summertime flex
Rolex on my wrist that's a summertime flex
My old bitch called me up that's a summertime ex
Summertime flex
Summertime flex
Diamonds on my neck that's a summertime flex
Billy cashin out that's a summertime check
Now I'm blowing up cuz I'm summertime next, ayy