FunkMaster Flex Night
FunkMaster Flex X 5


Hundred grand large on the watch, blessed
Quarter mil for the Mulsanne, flex
All my ^!$$%s gon' cash checks

And all y'all ^!$$%s look mad stressed
And we ain't even made ^!$$%s mad yet
Cause next time I grab, I'm a grab jet

I might go Bugatti, with a bad (*##$ beside me
^!$$% hotter than Wasabi, get that $$# wet
Young ^!$$%s going hard in the streets

We ain't ever know to call the police
Got birds for the twenty five K
Sounds like a bargain to me

Young ^!$$%s getting money
In the bent, never looking like
And I don't know what no line look like

A hundred bad (*##$es gettin' all in with me
Get them all in for free
Started

Started with a quarter ounce of hard rock
And now I got a lot of cards
If a ^!$$% tuck the foriegns, got a car lot

And everybody talkin' money
But they ain't showing like the car block
And all I do is count money

$#&@ pretty $$# hoes, and call shots

^!$$% I'm leaning, leaning

Young rich ^!$$%,
I'm leaning
Puffin' on strong, getting gold, bad (*##$es

Looking like Nia Long got meaning
^!$$% I'm leaning, leaning
Young rich ^!$$%, I'm leaning

Sippin' on pro, that ^!$$% my team got money
All see me, ^!$$% I'm leaning


Leaning
Damn near spilled my !@&(
Had a twenty-twenty on my preacher wife

Damn near see my demons
Loose furs, hyenas
For the love of money, it's a leaner

HI ^!$$%s I'm the curse
And let them
H-town ^!$$%s spilled peach crush on my jeans

Never go off with no (*##$ with no condoms
Unless they can cover the lease on my beamer
You know,

Louboutins don't touch my hoes
Let's go down in Ibiza town
We get cold, you don't need no coat

Mother$#&@er,
I'm leaning
Don't talk to me, couple street ^!$$%s

Think twice before crossing me
Meek, these ^!$$%s %#@! can't last that long
Why these mother$#&@ers keep bothering me

I'm leaning, for a minute you had me
Then the second I caught it when it passed me
Somebody pass me a blunt and a double world cup

Mother$#&@er, mother$#&@er

^!$$% I'm leaning, leaning

Young rich ^!$$%,
I'm leaning
Puffin' on strong, getting gold, bad (*##$es

Looking like Nia Long got meaning
^!$$% I'm leaning, leaning
Young rich ^!$$%, I'm leaning

Sippin' on pro, that ^!$$% my team got money
All see me, ^!$$% I'm leaning


See we started trap, before we was rap
And then we was, trappin' at rap
Shining on these hoes, high life
This what we live now
Blowin' out the pop

Italian on the flow ^!$$%

You understand me
Stepping onto a mil ^!$$%
Step your game up ^!$$%

Or lose your (*##$ ^!$$%
It's just that simple
We dreamchasers
We out there gettin' this money
You can't $#&@ with everybody

Cause everybody ain't at you mother$#&@ing level
So the mother$#&@ers that don't understand you
They wind up mother$#&@ing hating you
So you know what you gotta do
You gotta hate those mother$#&@ers too

$#&@ them ^!$$%s
$#&@ they mother$#&@ing mamas
They daddies, they aunts, they uncles
And they little tee tees, too
Ayo, suck a dick
Meek Mill, let's get it