Song Info: I Guess She Not Feelin Me Song name is Flex which is sung by Playboi Carti ft. Leven Kali & lyrics written by KasimGotJuice, J. Cash, Leven Kali & Playboi Carti.
I Guess She Not Feelin Me Lyrics
[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
All of these b^^ches, they mad (Ooh)
All of these n^^gas, they mad (Ooh)
All of these b^^ches, they mad (Ooh)
All of these n^^gas, they mad (Ooh)
I walk in the bank and I laugh (Ooh)
I walk in the bank and I laugh (Ooh)
I walk in the bank and I laugh (Ooh)
Ooh, ooh, walk with a bag (Ooh)
Sad, ooh, sad, ooh, mad (Ooh)
All of these n^^gas, they mad (Ooh)
All of these n^^gas, they mad (Ooh)
Walk in the buildin’, I flex on that boy
I flex on that boy with the bag (Ooh)
Ice on my neck and my mama like:
“Boy, where you get all of that cash?”
[Verse 1: Playboi Carti]
I got the bag (Ooh), ice on my wrist
Mama like, “Where you get this?”
I got her sad (Ooh), gave her a brick
Then I gave her a lil’ kiss (Ooh)
Yeah, I rock out in the 6 (6)
But n^^ga, we fire, we split
I’m takin’ your sh^t, you college kid (Ooh)
We really be poppin’ sh^t (Ooh)
I hit a lick, no kid (Ooh)
I had a lick but no bih (Ooh)
She suck me up like a tick (Ooh)
Damn my weed smell like a pit (Ooh)
He do that talkin’, he simp (Ooh)
Damn that b^^ch got a lil’ thick (Ooh)
I told that b^^ch to come in
I told that b^^ch to come in
[Chorus: Playboi Carti]
All of these b^^ches, they mad (Ooh)
All of these n^^gas, they mad (Ooh)
All of these b^^ches, they mad (Ooh)
All of these n^^gas, they mad (Ooh)
I walk in the bank and I laugh (Ooh)
I walk in the bank and I laugh (Ooh)
I walk in the bank and I laugh (Ooh)
Ooh, ooh, walk with a bag (Ooh)
Sad, ooh, sad, ooh, mad (Ooh)
All of these n^^gas, they mad (Ooh)
All of these n^^gas, they mad (Ooh)
Walk in the buildin’, I flex on that boy
I flex on that boy with the bag (Ooh)
Ice on my neck and my mama like:
“Boy, where you get all of that cash?” (Ayy)
[Interlude: Rubi Rose & Playboi Carti]
Yeah, who the f^^k is you talkin’ to, n^^ga?
The f^^k you think this is?
You think ’cause you got a couple dollars you a f^^kin’ playboy? n^^ga, you ain’t no f^^kin’ playboy, n^^ga
You ain’t nothin’, n^^ga
f^^k outta here, Carti
f^^k outta here with the bullsh^t, dog
Don’t call my phone with that sh^t, my n^^ga
Real mad
n^^ga, I don’t ever get mad
This n^^ga trippin’
Is you mad or what?
Is you mad or what?
[Bridge: Leven Kali]
Girl, that’s bad for us
Say you mad for once
Said she had enough
Girl, that’s bad for us
She came back for once
Yeah it’s probably done
She gon’ back that a^s
I’m gonna spaz for us
Girl, that’s bad for us
Say you mad for once
Said she had enough
Girl, that’s bad for us
[Verse 2: Playboi Carti]
I guess you’re not feelin’ me
Not feelin’ the energy
Baby girl, we can do plan A
Baby girl, we can do plan B
I walk in that b^^ch, they playin’ my sh^t
Walk in that b^^ch, eyes on the kicks
Walk in that b^^ch, eyes on the fit
I look at your b^^ch, then blow her a kiss (Mwah, ooh)
I got that deuce in the coupe
Got a white b^^ch like YesJulz
All of my n^^gas, they fool
Look at that boy, look at his jewels
All of my n^^gas, they bool
Louboutins bleed in the booth (Ooh)
These n^^gas, they lookin’ like who? Cash, Cash, Cash
My outfit just made the front page
Hop off the plane, I run to the stage (Yeah, ooh)
Your hoe gettin’ laid (Yeah, ayy)
She might come in late
I heard that your n^^ga Atlanta
I heard that your n^^ga LA
I heard that your n^^ga a lame
[Outro: Playboi Carti]
Might sing on a b^^ch (Ayy)
Might sing on this sh^t
Might sing on a b^^ch
I might just sing on this sh^t
I might just sing on this sh^t
I might sing on this sh^t
I might just sing on this sh^t
