Don't Ask Me About My Bread

I'm a master flexer
 All over my sector
 You retired, Hector
 And I'm all about my cheese
 I pull up my sleeves
 Bought that thing from overseas
 Now my momma lookin' at me like boy buy the stuff you need
 Like, okay, but if I got it, why don't I spend it?
 17, regardless, you gon' cover expenses
 Back of my head I know that junk lil' expensive
 But I don't speak the past, only future tenses
 Amazon Prime got me hooked
 I buy, I don't really look
 I don't really read by the books
 Low-key my B.A. cooked
 I mean, it's my money and I worked for it
 But if I keep this up, I'll have to search for it
 I don't need no search warrant, yeah, this is my guapo
 And I got a package, comin' in tomorrow
 Is you mad or nah? man, I really see your sorrow
 Now I'm making boss moves, shout to Mrs. Caro! (Caro)
 I'm a master flexer
 All over my sector
 You retired, Hector
 And I'm all about my cheese
 I pull up my sleeves
 Bought that thing from overseas
 Now my momma lookin' at me like boy buy the stuff you need