On Fleek Songtext
von Ana Lou

League, league
League of stars

Your nigga keep calling my phone
But I ain′t even tripping though
I'm too fresh to stress ′bout a bummy nigga
What you on?

Bitch, I'm on fleek
I'm on fleek
I′m on fleek
I′m on fleek
On me

Bitch, I'm on fleek
I′m on fleek
I'm on fleek
I′m on fleek
On me


I'm a boss, so I send him to the motel (okay)
I′m a boss, so I send him to the voicemail
My homegirls stunting
Head to Baldwin Hills, all the homeboys wanna
I can't do relations 'cause a bitch is on fleek
Put that on my momma and I put that on me (yeah)
I can′t do no business, I′m too busy counting hundreds
Dropping racks on the Louis and a fresh new weave (huh)

In the low-low, riding to the studio (studio)
Hit the photoshoot, then I take a photo (photo)
Instagram a hundred likes, yeah, I'm on
I′m the type of girl they like
D Nice on the beat, hoe bring that shit back
In the function going up, see me work it in the back
Red bottoms on fleek, I'm bossy
And you ain′t shit if you ain't repping Ana Army, we on (yeah)

Your nigga keep calling my phone
But I ain′t even tripping though
I'm too fresh to stress 'bout a bummy nigga
What you on?

Bitch, I′m on fleek
I′m on fleek
I'm on fleek
I′m on fleek
On me


Bitch, I'm on fleek
I′m on fleek
I'm on fleek
I′m on fleek
On me

Daddy like the way I do it, speed it up
Watch the cake, watch while I toot it
And I might call you papi, if you get it wet
All the niggas on the block wanna come and get it
Bad bitches only, walk in the Supper Club
That's a fleek moment, niggas hella on it
And if you play your cards right, you might get it all night
Or early in the morning

Your nigga keep calling my phone (yeah)
I ain't tripping, it′s a no flex zone (yo)
I′m in the cut, looking for a hot nigga
You just mad, 'cause you fucking with a thot nigga (whoa)
Sipping lean with the juice, mix it all up
Better grab your hoe, ′cause she on one
Better grab your nigga, 'cause he on me
Everything on fleek, so he fuck with me

Your nigga keep calling my phone
But I ain′t even tripping though
I'm too fresh to stress ′bout a bummy nigga
What you on?

Bitch, I'm on fleek
I'm on fleek
I′m on fleek
I′m on fleek
On me

Bitch, I'm on fleek
I′m on fleek
I'm on fleek
I′m on fleek
On me

Bad bitches only (yeah)
Bad bitches only (yeah)
Everything on fleek (everything on fleek)
On me, on me
Everything on fleek (huh)
Bad bitches only (huh)
On me, on me ha-ha)
Bitch, I'm on fleek (yeah)
Bitch, I′m on fleek (yeah)
On me

Your nigga keep calling my phone
But I ain't even tripping though
I'm too fresh to stress about a bummy nigga
What you on?
Bitch, I′m on fleek