"Flim Flam" lyrics

Ayy, yeah, ayy
You know I love an R&B bitch
Yeah
Put my old flames in a room, it look like Danity Kane
Got my own fame, bitch, I don't need your fame
Put them hoes in a room, it look like vanity six
I'm 'bout to cause a motherfucking calamity, bitch
I'm 'bout to—
Okay, hahaha, okay
Yeah, yeah, alright, alright, alright, alright

I'ma make it hot in that bitch like I'm Nelly
Game that I claim, fuckin' tatted 'cross my belly
Spread that cash, down my fuckin' Margielas
Spread that ass like some motherfucking jelly (Yes)
Bitch, let me fill you full of cum at the telly (Yes)
I'm just tryna put my fuckin' tongue on her melons
You prefer gangbangers, I become a felon
Trapper full of gangsters niggas Cartelling (Cartelling)
Pockets full of burner phones, bitch say it turn her on (Turn her on)
Niggas say they out here spinning blocks, we just went on one
I got that fire in my pocket, make that what I want
She say she'll turn a nigga dick to a dingaling
I'm 'bout to turn that Marriott up into a summer jam
Yeah, sound like a hunnid hands
Hunnid band in my jam when I stutter-
Goddamn on the 'Gram, with that Flim Flam
Love to beat that, 'til it cream up
She say she wanna fuck the homie, we gon' team up (Yeah)
I got a double cup nigga doing lean ups (Yeah)
I keep a FN Five-seven in the jean tucked (Yes sir)
Ask about me, they gon' say that he a mean fuck
Don't introduce me to your friends, I'll let the team touch
Drinked up, linked up, a nigga beamed up (Beamed up)
Slap her on the butt and send her home with her pink stuffed (Yes)

Young hot, young hot
Young hot, young hot