Lyrics From Funk Flex Premiere

[Chorus]
More money, more baddies get certified
More shots, more backshots, you know the vibe (Coke Boy, baby)
You know the vibe, Turks and Caicos
Montana shippin' packages, like Jeff Bezos (Woo)

[Verse 1]
Diamonds like, roar up a five
See the glow in my eyes, snipe holy with mines
Moroccan from the story (Story)
I was posted on the block hot, five-hundred degrees, magnolia
Rollin' stone, the feds visit my home (Uh)
And light is the head that don't sit in that throne (Ayy)
Fеll asleep dreamin' 'bout a billi' on the holiday (Holiday)
Now I'm streamin' 'bout a billi' on thе holiday (Holiday)
Billie Holiday (Holiday), slash cinder white (Skrrt)
She heard I fucked her friend, slashed the car tire (Ah)
More money, more murder, more homicide (Homicide)
Catch the body, gotta have that alibi

[Chorus]
More money, more baddies get certified
More shots, more backshots, you know the vibe (Coke Boy, baby)
You know the vibe, Turks and Caicos
Montana shippin' packages, like Jeff Bezos (Woo)
[Verse 2]
...on probation, I've been fightin' cases
I've been goin' crazy...