paroles de chanson Flexin - Issues

Late on my rent
But I just copped the new Timbs
Ay, yeah my new car got a flat
But I got salt on my rim
Nobody knows
I keep the tags on my clothes
Yeah I got bills that are due
But I got money to blow
My daddy′s in my ear
He says watch your fucking money
My mama's talking shit
Burned a hole straight right his pocket
I don′t wanna hear
I just wanna get this honey
No I don't wanna hear
Nah
My flexin' is a problem
My flexin′ is a problem
My flexin′ is a problem, yeah
My flexin' is a problem, ooh
Wallet like the cemetary
I′ma go and wake the dead
My flexin' is a problem
Gonna spend until there′s nothing left
Late on my rent
But I just copped the new Tims
Ay, yeah my new car got a flat
But I got salt on my rim
Oh yeah, hard after work
I'm ′bout to drink til' it hurts
They'll be like "ooh bitch, he snapped
I see his Gucci t-shirt"
My daddy′s in my ear
He says watch your fucking money
My mama′s talking shit
Burned a hole straight through his pocket
I don't wanna hear
I just wanna get this honey
No I don′t wanna hear
Ah!
My flexin' is a problem
My flexin′ is a problem
My flexin' is a problem, yeah
My flexin′ is a problem, ooh
Wallet like the cemetary
I'ma go and wake the dead
My flexin' is a problem
Gonna spend until there′s nothing left
I don′t know