Label No Genre - Fleek lyrics
rate meThey got swag on fleek
Talkin’ to the money all week
It’s all the cash that she can give
On fleek, fleek
On fleek, fleek
On fleek
Every single thing on Fleek, bitch
Fleekwood Mac, that's me, bitch
Don't be askin' where the trunk at
The engine right behind the seat, bitch
Just hopped off the G6
Snakes can’t build from Egypt
One hand on the Bible
Ask my homie Jesus
Walked there with the swag antidote
Spill the champagne
Where my man has gone?
She bought a nigga good weed and some dope
I stand alone
With a beat like this I can’t belong
They got swag on fleek
Talkin’ to the money all week
It’s all the cash that she can give
On fleek, fleek
On fleek, fleek
On fleek
Eye brows stay on fleek bitch
Get them done twice a week bitch
Get your nigga out my DM
Pussy can’t stay on fleek bitch
I ain’t got time for bros
Bitch those ain’t your clothes
Yolo hoe, you’re so so
Broken bone, yellow bone
Red head, yellow long
Mills on fleek, just set these on
Bitches mad cause I’m on now
Penis matchin’ my purses
But he can’t pay for these purses
They got swag on fleek
Talkin’ to the money all week
It’s all the cash that she can give
On fleek, fleek
On fleek, fleek
On fleek
Nigga tryin’ to clone me
Fleek
Your bitch wanna ball me
Fleek
I pay a thousand dollars for these changing undies
My bitch stays fleek
I need control
To tell the hoes to embrace a little more
They got swag on fleek
Talkin’ to the money all week
It’s all the cash that she can give
On fleek, fleek
On fleek, fleek
On fleek
On fleek, on fleek
