[Patrick Star: Talking on Phone]

Is this the Krusty Krab?

No this is Patrick

[Intro: Spring Jumpy & Kid Ocean]

Aye aye aye aye, Yea

Aye aye aye aye aye aye aye

(OCEAN!)

Yea, okay

(Everyday I flex, everyday I flex)

Chorus:

Y’all know it, Y’all know it

Everyday I flex aye

Y’all know it, Y’all know it

Everyday I flex aye

Y’all know it, Y’all know it

Everyday I flex aye

Young nigga in this (Ayeee) popping all these checks

Y’all know it, Y’all know it

Everyday I flex aye

Y’all know it, Y’all know it

Everyday I flex aye

Y’all know it, Y’all know it

Everyday I flex aye

Young nigga in this (Ayeee) popping all these checks

Verse 1:

Popping off, popping off just like all my bands aye

Hit them Folks, Milly Rock but I do not dance aye

All these bars, all this sauce put y’all in a trance aye

I be popping all these tags, you popping em Xans aye

Came up to me talking shit like I am your man’s aye

You say yes, I say oui but I’m not from France aye

I stay blowing all this cash but I ain’t no fan aye

You be always talking shit, then hit me plans aye

I told y’all if you sleep you won’t wake up

Hidden in the deep like you using make up aye

Listen to that true shit, screw that fake stuff (nahhhhh)

Smoking all these niggas like it be a laced blunt aye

Got that wordplay like I scanned the dictionary aye

Watch me play all these hoes like it’s Pictionary (skrrr)

I be milking that cash cow, ain’t talking bout dairy

Hit you with that bibidi babidi buu, ain’t talking bout no fairy (aye aye yuh)

Chorus:

Y’all know it, Y’all know it

Everyday I flex aye

Y’all know it, Y’all know it

Everyday I flex aye

Y’all know it, Y’all know it

Everyday I flex aye

Young nigga in this (Ayeee) popping all these checks

Y’all know it, Y’all know it

Everyday I flex aye

Y’all know it, Y’all know it

Everyday I flex aye

Y’all know it, Y’all know it

Everyday I flex aye

Young nigga in this (Ayeee) popping all these checks

Verse 2:

Round two but I ain’t talking no Street Fighter

I pull up with that heat, damn! Where’s my lighter?

Mans always on that grind pulling them all nighters

I write this all on my own I ain’t need ghost writers

Writing bars when I’m bored I mean writing hits (Aye)

I ain’t never do no drugs, I ain’t hit me no licks (Aye)

I be spitting all them bars like I’m hella sick (Aye)

Pull up with my skateboard, I do hella tricks (Aye)

Y’all thought you could play me? Man this ain’t a game

What am I saying

I go crazy on these mentals just like I’m a Super Saiyan

Got that sauce, got that sauce

Damn you know I be on drip

Got this sauce, all this sauce

Spring Jumpy is hella lit

Gang gang!