Flavor

[Chorus: Young Dro]
My belt, my shoes, my pants, that's flavor
My braud, her ass, her bag, that's flavor
This Bentley, this Chevy, this [?], that's flavor
I grind, this paper, that bag, that's flavor

[Verse 1: T.I.]
Everyday, wake up
Dress up, keep flexin
House on the hill, 5 mill, no nabors
My life straight flavor, a mill, [?]
Say what? She will
So what, don't care
Bankrolls falling off of me, you get off of me
Your bitch say "he's too soft for me"
Can't keep her off of me
I know shauty gon get with the program
Give it to her, shout out to the whole gram
Rep [?] she say "war" now
Fuck her hard, shauty hollar "slow down"
Redekerate her pussy, add some flavor to it
Girl, I'm getting cold now
Shauty, I don't wanna spoil you
Take you somewhere and enjoy you
Lay you down and explore your body, [?]
I'm drippin, this shit is ignerent
[?]

[Chorus: Young Dro]
My belt, my shoes, my pants, that's flavor
My braud, her ass, her bag, that's flavor
This Bentley, this Chevy, this [?], that's flavor
I grind, this paper, that bag, that's flavor

[Verse 2: Tokyo Jetz]
Keep throwin salt up on the sauce, [?]
And I be thumbing through that shit, [?] paper
Red on the bottom, shit cost for that
Run through it, you gon have to take a loss for that
Boss bitch, I ain't never been the type to type
Bitch [?]
My weev, my whip, my bitch, that's flavor
Got 9, still mad, fuck next, that's later
Them C's, Shanell, your bitch, can't get
Pop bottles, I sparkel, they cut me it's lit
Drippin up in here
Standing on the sofa, don't sit here
Fire red bitch, and I'm super sick
You don't get it, then you gotta be a stupid bitch
My kicks, they out, my plug, that's flavor
Fuck niggas, get money,I'm stuntin, that's flavor

[Chorus: Young Dro]
My belt, my shoes, my pants, that's flavor
My braud, her ass, her bag, that's flavor
This Bentley, this Chevy, this [?], that's flavor
I grind, this paper, that bag, that's flavor

[Verse 3: Young Dro]
This the real deal, I'm fresh as a bitch here
Like Cool J, look at my [?]
It's impossible to take my bitch here
Everybody red bottoms, look at my clique here
Roll my own weed, [?]
Everybody walk, we talk red
And we got guns on them, lay it down
30 round magazeen, we gon spray, [?]
She give me deepthroat [?]
I'm a player, by the way, I got flavor
Candy everything, bitch now not later
Gator crocks, those are good
[?] those are good
Them hoes are good
Phone tapped, don't expose the goods
Gotta keep 'm in the Bentley truck
[?] fuck
Burkin bags, everything flavor
That's fresh, hey, look at my nabor
[?], my dick go dumb
The only thing that Dro gave her
[Chorus: Young Dro]
My belt, my shoes, my pants, that's flavor
My braud, her ass, her bag, that's flavor
This Bentley, this Chevy, this [?], that's flavor
I grind, this paper, that bag, that's flavor