Fleek - lin-Z, B.o.B, London Jae

Fleek, fleek, fleek, fleek

(Dance, dance, dance, dance)

Fleek

(Dance, dance, dance, dance)

Nigga got swag on fleek

Thumbin' through the money all week

Saw the cash then she got geeked, 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, snake skin belt from Egypt

One hand on the Bible, ask my homie Jesus

Aye, walked in with swag and the dope

Spillin' 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 Angie Stone

I stand alone, with a fleet like this I can’t belong

Eyebrows stay on fleek, bitch

Get 'em done twice a week, bitch

Get ya nigga out my DM

Pussy game stay on fleek, bitch

Chanel bag match my feet, bitch

I ain’t got time for broke hoes

Bitch 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 fleek, Giuseppe’s on

Bitches mad cause I’m on now

Panties matchin' my purses

Would fuck your nigga with your pussy

But he can’t pay for these verses

Designer jeans on me

Nigga tryna clone me

These bitches wanna bone me

Real shit, no bologna

Fleek

I paid a thousand dollars for these shades

You ain’t got these, fleek

Rich niggas in the room, have a motherfuckin' seat

Fast car, bad ho

Big bankroll, can’t even fold though

Clean as a whistle hoppin' out the four door

My bitch stay fleek, can’t even control yours

Up all night, I’m taking NoDoz

If I ain’t got none, I’m taking your ho

Two bitches at a time

Tell them hoes stay in line

And bring some more hoes, aye