(Dance, dance, dance, dance)
Fleek, fleek, fleek, fleek
(Dance, dance, dance, dance)
Fleek
(Dance, dance, dance, dance)
[?] got swag on fleek
Thumbin' through money all week
Saw the Caddy she got geeked
On fleek, fleek
On fleek, fleek
On fleek
Every single thing on fleek, b*tch
Fleekwood Mac that's me, b*tch
Don't be askin' where the trunk at
The engine right behind the seat, b*tch
Just hopped off the G6
Snakeskin belt from Egypt
One hand on the Bible, ask my homie Jesus
Walked in with swag antidote
Spilled the champagne where my manners go?
If you ain't talkin' money I don't answer phones
She brought a nigga good weed and some dome
And I'm stoned
Pockets fat that's [?]
I stand alone
With a fleet like this I can't be long
Eyebrows stay on fleek, b*tch
Get 'em done twice a week, b*tch
Get ya nigga out my DM
Pussy game stay on fleek, b*tch
Chanel bag match my feet, b*tch
I ain't got time for broke hoes
b*tch you know those ain't your clothes
YOLO ho you so-so
R-red bone, yellow bone, real hair, hella long
Loud weed, megaphone
Nails on fleet, Giuseppe's on
b*tches mad cause I'm on now
Panties matchin' my purses
Wouldn't F*ck your nigga with your pussy
But he can't pay for these verses
Designer jeans on me
Nigga tryin' to clone me
You b*tch, she wanna bone me
Real shit, no bologna
Fleek
I paid a thousand dollars for these shades and y'all dig
Fleek
Rich niggas in the room have a mother F*ckin' seat
Fat car, bad ho
Big bankroll, can't even photo
Clean as a whistle [?]
My b*tch stay fleek can't even control her
Up all night I'm taking NoDoz
If I ain't got none I'm taking your ho
Two biddies at a time
Tell them hoes to stay in line
And bring some more hoes
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