On Fleek - Jim Jones, Ball Greezy

It’s a party going on in Atlanta

Stevie J nigga what it is

It’s some bad bitches here tonight

Look at the ice look like scroll lights

Order up some bottles like its no tomorrow

Spending drug money like fuck the law

I’m on my Birdman and Diddy shit

Super clean on my pretty shit

Ten stacks on hundreds ball nigga rich

Living life off benefits, ask around hoe, I been this shit

To get this dick you need a membership

Patron shots with the heavy line

You want to hit the blunt better get in line

Flirting with yo pants got you super hard

(and you already know)

She a super hot, balling like I got to turn myself in

Popping bottles with some made niggas

When it come to bricks I could name ten

That I broke down at the J’s it

Where my bad bitches on fleek

From the hair down to the feet

Imma a real nigga so i’m gone speak

What you zip it cause it’s on me

Just had an epiphany

My bitch be rocking diamonds out of Tiffany

The pool deck wet when slippery

We just cop cars from the Sticker B

One time for my bitches up in liv

Two times for my niggas running up in cribs

Three times for my lifers all doing bids

All my get money niggas you know what it is

Black bottle for the roll benz

Who about to get off in my car with

You ain’t suck a dick girl that’s nonsense

So don’t meet me by my cottie

Where my Instagram bitches at

When you comment on that page, they don’t hit you back

Bust it open for a real nigga

Around 1:12 we eat a meal with

So now we leaving out the fountain blue

Got me feeling like a nigga smoke tha