They call me F-L-A-C-K-O and don’t play, no, ’bout my papes
BbBbBb BBb BbBbBb, BBbBbBb, BBb BbBbBb
Baked potato on that Draco, new bandana on my face
BbBbG#Bb BbBb BBb, BbBb BBbG#G#F
Ain’t no stains up on my drapes
BbBb BBbBbG#Bb
Squeaky clean, fuck you say?
BbG#Bb, BbG#Bb
Peep them teeth, no dentures please
BbG#BbG#, BbG#F
Princess cut, no dentist, please
BbG# BbG# BbG# Bb
Say cheese for the cameras (Ayy)
BbG#Bb G#BbF
Eight Gs for the dancers (Ayy)
BbG#Bb G#BbF
Benjis in the safe (Ayy, that’s right)
BbG#Bb G#BbF
Bentleys for the phantoms (Uh)
BbG#Bb G#BbF
But they all go to waste (Uh)
BbFG#Bb
So what more can I say?
FFBbFBb