Don’t Make Me

[Hook]
Don't make me have to flex on you, baby
I'm not the type to flex on you, baby
You gotta change that attitude, baby
Cause you need me, I don't need you, baby

[Verse]
I'm all about my revenue, baby
Pull up on your avenue, skurt skurt
You blowin' up my telephone (blurr blurr)
I just took a flight, I'm posted out in Malibu, aye
Touchdown in a Porsche, whole style on froze
Got alot of hoes like lows, it's winter, girl, you need a coat
I'm the opposite of most, get some money then I'm ghost
If finessin' was a sport, then I would've went pro
And I look like Jean Claude Van Damme back in Bloodsport
And I'm facin' Ls back to back like a loser
And I'm facin' Ls back to back like they're Newports
Damn, damn, I just ashed a blunt on my Concords

[Hook]
Don't make me have to flex on you, baby
I'm not the type to flex on you, baby
You gotta change that attitude, baby
Cause you need me, I don't need you, baby