Plastic Flex

Chorus

That chain don’t shine, it’s a plastic flex,

Rentin’ all your whips, can’t cash that check.

You cappin’ online, but in real life pressed,

I’m the diamond in the game, you a rhinestone mess.

Verse

Claimin’ that you icy but your wrist look cheap,

Every post is a cap, boy, your lie game deep.

Tryna flex in the club, but your tab too steep,

So you dip out the back while the real ones eat.

Verse

I see the green on your chain, yeah, it’s turnin’ fast,

Fake gold round your neck, that’s a middle-school class.

You a story on the gram that’ll never outlast,

I’m the headline now, you the footnote past.

Verse

Your ‘foreign car’ sittin’ with a rental tag,

While my name on the title and the paper bag.

You flash fake cash, all twenties in a stack,

I deposit real money, never show what I have.

Verse

Got designer in your bio but it’s knockoff fits,

I’m in custom drip, yours still smell like Wish.

Whole squad laughin’ every time you switch,

You a joke in the game, I’m the one they pick.

Chorus

That chain don’t shine, it’s a plastic flex,

Rentin’ all your whips, can’t cash that check.

You cappin’ online, but in real life pressed,

I’m the diamond in the game, you a rhinestone mess.

Outro

Take that chain off, before your neck turn green…

All that flexin’ look good on the screen.

But in real life, we know what it mean —

Plastic flex king, not a boss, just a meme.