Summertime Flex - Billy Marchiafava

Damn, why is everything I make so fucking fire?

You already know what the fuck goin' on…

Trash gang in this bitch

We comin' up, hoe

This that summer time flex (Ayy!)

Billy countin' checks (Billy!)

Chillin' witcho main thot, yeah she givin' neck (Ayy!)

Bitch don’t disrespect

These diamonds cost yo' rent (Ice!)

I just stole yo' bitch and all I had to do is flex

Ayy, ooh, yeah

I just pulled up in a Bentley coup (skrrt!)

Diamonds electric like Pikachu (skrrt!)

Billy might go drop the fuckin' roof

Just so you know I can stunt on you (Ayy, ayy)

I got the formula

Count me a check then I run it up

And you know Billy be turning up

Sauce on my wrist I’m incredible

Now I got the money in the bag

Buying all this shit I’ve never had

Now I make more money than yo' dad

And I got yo' bitch calling me dad (what, what, damn)

I don’t got no time for no hoe

Billy get the check then I’m ghost

Hey, and she said she like the way that I flow

She knows that I’m the goat

Summertime flex on yo' hoe

Summertime flex

Summertime flex

I pulled up on yo' bitch with that summertime flex

Rolex on my wrist that’s a summertime flex

My old bitch called me up that’s a summertime ex

Summertime flex

Summertime flex

Diamonds on my neck that’s a summertime flex

Billy cashin out that’s a summertime check

Now I’m blowing up cuz I’m summertime next, ayy!