POWER

If you ain't got the flow, you can't flex
If you ain't got the cash, you can't flex
Without the backwood, you can't flex
If you ain't done it before, you can't flex
Hello
Where the hell did you go?
I'm just getting to New York, babe, now I'm heading to Miami
Stop talking so much nonsense, that's just pure bullshit, man
Hey

Hello, babe, sorry if I didn't get back to you
Right now I'm heading to a party in New York
Making moves, connecting all over the world
I was just about to do it in the Sunshine City
You tell me, I'll swing by to pick you up, I'm in the streets
Let's light it up, do something cool to rent the suite
We'll get to know each other in any country
After that, we’ll plan it out and hit repeat

I hit all the baddies, white or black, no mixing
I’m clear, I’m my own boss, I won’t be a slave
You didn’t even make it to eighth grade in my class
All the spots sold out, right now I’m living like Santa Claus
I hit all the baddies, white or black, no mixing
I’m clear, I’m my own boss, I won’t be a slave
You didn’t even make it to eighth grade in my class
All the spots sold out, right now I’m living like Santa Claus

If you ain't got the flow, you can't flex
If you ain't got the cash, you can't flex
Without the backwood, you can't flex
If you ain't done it before, you can't flex
If you ain't got the flow, you can't flex
If you ain't got the cash, you can't flex
Without the backwood, you can't flex
If you ain't done it before, you can't flex (baby, you know what?)

We make porn and snap a couple pics
Rolling with the cats, and they ain't Michu's homies
If you wanna step up, come on over, I’ll teach you
Your girl’s a freak, tempting me, I got her in the screenshots
I sell real trap, raised with more than one state
They talk about robbing banks but haven’t even chilled at a mural
They talk about guns but haven’t gone out to shoot
After I send them with the .22, I got them tripping
After the Miami party, I lit it up in West Palm Beach
At the after-party, wrapping it up with the bitch
Right now they act up 'cause they see we’re rich
She rolls the blunts organic, pulling from the hash

I hit all the baddies, white or black, no mixing
I’m clear, I’m my own boss, I won’t be a slave
You didn’t even make it to eighth grade in my class
All the spots sold out, right now I’m living like Santa Claus

If you ain't got the flow, you can't flex
If you ain't got the cash, you can't flex
Without the backwood, you can't flex
If you ain't done it before, you can't flex
If you ain't got the flow, you can't flex
If you ain't got the cash, you can't flex
Without the backwood, you can't flex
If you ain't done it before, you can't flex.