Flex (feat. Leven Kali) - Playboi Carti Feat. Young Nudy

You and me now Maybe we should head out to the beach now Got some sand up on your feet now Tell me bout your world and what your dream bout Cause ooh that's that look in your eyes Just how I like Sun setting down let's go inside Dancing in the moonlight baby It's just you and I ain't no reason to be shy And that fit you got on going crazy But if I'm being honest I wanna see you naked I wanna meet the real you tell me how you feel boo I wanna see you naked Maybe we can have a drink too Bring that champagne through I wanna see you naked Ooh yeah yeah Skin to skin until the sunrise all night Ooh if you show me what you hide on the outside I'll make you feel like at home let you inside It's like you see right through me baby Like you already knew me baby I don't know where this is going but it's going right Dancing in the moonlight baby It's just you and I ain't no reason to be shy And that fit I got on going crazy I'm just being honest I wanna see you naked I wanna meet the real you tell me how you feel too I wanna see you naked Maybe we can have a drink too Bring that champagne through I wanna see you naked Ooh yeah yeah Skin to skin until the sunrise all night I wanna see you naked I wanna meet the real you tell me how you feel boo yeah I wanna see you naked Maybe we can have a drink too Bring that champagne through yeah I wanna see you naked Ooh yeah yeah Skin to skin until the sunrise all night My body your body all night Your skin to my skin til sunrise My body your body all night Your skin to my skin til sunrise

Give me, give me Oh, yeah Oh-woah, woah Yeah, yeah Give me, ooh Give me, one-two-three-four-five I just wanna feel alive Baby don't kill the vibe Can we get real tonight? (Can we?) Can we get real tonight? (Give me) Give me, one-two-three-four-five Mean it and I'm down to slide Back to the crib, if you're down to ride Can we get real tonight? (Can we?) Can we get real tonight? (Woah-oh) Can we get real tonight? (Woah-oh) Can we get real tonight? (Woah-oh) Can we get real tonight? (Woah-oh) Can we get real tonight? I ain't tryna stunt But we don't ever walk in through the front (The front) We be sneakin' through the kitchen Tell me what you sippin', we got everything you want Uh, ooh it's a fuckin' mood Ooh man, poppin' bottle out the roof Yeah, a lil' spoon full of sugar Always up, the medicine go down smooth, oh Feelin' like this shit way too much I need one down or one up But the Benz just pulled up front You can tell your friends to hop in I got one for like One-two-three-four-five I just wanna feel alive (Feel alive) Baby don't kill the vibe (No, oh) Can we get real tonight? (Can we get?) Can we get real tonight? (Give me) Give me, give me one-two-three-four-five Mean it and I'm down to slide Back to the crib, if you're down to ride Can we get real tonight? (Can we?) Can we get real tonight? (Woah-oh) Can we get real tonight? (Woah-oh) Can we get real tonight? (Can we get real) Can we get real tonight? (Woah-oh) Can we get real tonight? Can we get real tonight? Can we get real tonight? Uh, ooh yeah, ooh yeah Can we get real tonight? Yeah, no-ooh-woah Can we get real tonight? (Can we get real tonight? Ooh-woah, woah-oh, ooh-woah) Can we get real tonight? (Can we get real tonight?) Uh, yeah, tell me Can we get real tonight?

(Uh, uh-uh) (Yeah, yeah) (Yeah, yeah) (Uh-uh) Uh! Spliff roll with some natural wine (So fine, so fine) Hot-tub had a temperature rise (So fine, so fine) His love ain't better than mine (Stop lyin', stop lyin') Those girls ain't getting you high, no more But if you were mine I'd turn off these lights, let you shine, oh wow So good make you cry And wipe tears of joy from your eyes First stop soon as I touch down (Touch down, touch down) Get dressed, I'm taking you out (You out, out) Got key for the dinner, hotel (hotel) Ay, tell your roommate she gon' have the place to herself (She gon' have the place to herself) But if you were mine (If you were mine, babe) I'd turn off these lights, let you shine, oh wow So good make you cry, baby And wipe tears of joy from your eyes No matter how hard you try Can't get by the truth These hoes, they'll never change their minds Since I've found my boo (ooh-oh-oh) It was no issue Now it's, now it's only you You, you, you Right after the start It's a beautiful sight, picturesque, countryside Oh, yeah Completely transformed Such a beautiful light, evergreen, I'm never sad Well, if you were mine I'd turn off these lights, let you shine, oh wow So good make you cry, baby (So good, so good baby) And wipe tears of joy out your eyes, baby, your eyes No matter how hard you try Can't get by the truth These hoes, they'll never change their minds Since I've found my boo It was no issue Now it's, now it's only you You, you, you

In Atlanta with some organic Pussy man I smoke that organic Fendi down I'm smoking organic Die Lit F&N I'm smokin' F&N, I'm smoking organic She bent down, she need some more breath I got smoke all in the air Fuck this up and you get left, yeah AP on my fucking left Stack it up right on the shelf Your bitch look familiar I got drip, I let it walk I got cash, I let it walk I'ma do this by myself On that jet by-by myself I touch down and shoot the gas tank, uh yeah I touch down and get my fingers wet My bitch getting G.O.A.T. head (hold up) Riding 'round on moped My bitch off the Percocet Pop that bean and count them dead, uh Yeah she suck me, I can't feel my legs My bih yucky, she don't use no hands (hold up) Dancefloor with the diamonds dancing Dancefloor with the diamonds dancing That why you can't buy them bags In L.A. I smoke that gas In L.A. I link with slatt That bitch wit' you, she gave you back I fucked that bitch then gave her back I nut on her she make me 'lax That gun on me I cannot lack Your bitch right, she got it clapped You can die for yours boy, you get clapped I took that lil' boy right off of the map We killed that boy right here, right in the trap I love my lean, I fucked around, relapsed I fucked that bih, she running 'round in laps You touch down in my city, you better tap That bih right here, she know she gotta tap I've seen that bitch run round in Nudy's 'Cat That bitch with me and now she on that pad I'm in southside, and I'm weighing the crack I'm in southside, and I got the gat I'm in southside, and I hang with blatt I'm in southside, yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Too much lean, too much ice (hold up) One more pint, one more pint Too much lean, too much ice One more pint, one more pint One more pint, one more pint One more pint, one more pint Too much lean, too much ice One more pint, one more pint

Yeah, bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home She a loyal bitch, you gotta pay for those She a spoiled lil' bitch, I bought her all her clothes You know I treat you good, I don't wanna meet your hoes I took you out the hood, I took you to my shows We took a lot of pics and now we look like goals We tried some new things, we fucked a couple hoes You changin' mood swings, you got me, I don't know We gettin' back in, walked through the back door You had some surgeries, but it's still fat, though You like the cash, girl, you helped the cash grow You drive a Lambo' with some leg room Girl, I'm waitin' on you, bring that bag home, ooh Yeah, bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home She don't play with bitches, she don't play with hoes Yeah, she with the shits, she might kill a ho, yeah If it's 'bout Yung Carti, yeah, my bitch on go When she on that molly, anything goes She was in Miami on a fuckin' boat With some ball players, she left them niggas broke She just text my phone, told me, "I'm alone" I respond back, "When you comin' home?" She respond back, "I was in my zone" The money counter on, the money counter on Uh, hold up, what you talkin' 'bout? Come here Girl, I'm waitin' on you, bring that bag home, ooh Yeah, bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home, daddy waitin' for it Bring that money home