Shawn Boy - Subtle Flex Lyrics

Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
Uh huh
Its getting dark
You already know whats next
You aint gotta guess
This a subtle flex
Chase a check before I chase a bitch
That shit a waste of breath
What you expect
All I really need
Money power respect
What you expect
All I really need
Money power respect
I got two bitches tryna talk to me
Keep them both on text
Slow text
Like I play tennis this one for the set
This for the set
Vendettas imma take em to the death
Straight to the death
Hot head with a ice box in my chest
I gotta chill
To keep it real man
I got shit on reserve
I aint talking steel 211
Talk to God but I cant do a reverent
I can't go to no mortal man tryna to get my blessings
Perspective
That's like talking to a demon tryna find heaven
That's reckless
That's like talking to a blind man to get directions
That's like talking to a dumbass to learn a lesson
That's like talking to a opp and
Keeping it copasetic bruh
I can't do that but
They say if you die a legend
You never get old
That's just what I'm told
I just put diamonds around my neck
Now everything glitters is gold
Niggas acting like they playas
But really they be some hoes
Locations in a pic
That's the first way to get exposed
On the low
They talking crazy but it never mattered
Knowing they dont want no static
Knowing that it could get tragic
And I can help you reach heaven faster
If I use my ladder
Louie, Gucci, Burkin
Got expensive habits
I can tell you cheap by your clothes fabric
Catch you out in traffic talking won't matter
When that window roll down
Blocka blocka
You already know whats next
You aint gotta guess
This a subtle flex
Chase a check before I chase a bitch
That shit a waste of breath
What you expect
All I really need
Money power respect
What you expect
All I really need
Money mannn
You already know whats next
You aint gotta guess
This a subtle flex
Chase a check before I chase a bitch
Shit a waste of breath
What you expect
All I really need
Money power respect
What you expect
All I really need
Money power respect
Stack and flex
I'm in love with checks
And hoes that give the neck
F*ck the opps
Yeah we shoot at necks
Ain't worried bout a vest
She sent a text
Tell me where you at
Im tryna give you sex
But I don't want it
I only want the hunnits
Money always coming
I count them rolls
I aint stressing hoes
Money by the load
Boy you sold
Excuses getting old
Money, power, bows
I get it in
Get it sold
You ain't solid why you fold
You can't get money with power
I aint got love for no coward
Go, go, go
Anywhere I wanna go
Go, go
Bout my bills like buffalo
Low Low
F*ck her good cant trust her no, no
Know
She wouldn't love me if I was broke