Flex
Travis Porter, Waka Flocka Flame, Slim Dunkin, D-Bo
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I'm flexin', I'm flexin' I'm chillin' in our sessions I'm in my private section, gettin' head and I'm textin' I'm flexin', I'm flexin' What she know 'bout flexin'? Might pull up to the Weston and have your girl undressin' I've this ice on me but my heart cold I'm a real nigga, bitch, check my bar code In the strip club, prolly at the Blue Fline Scratches on the whip, bitch a Mini coupe thang Okay I stepped up from the scene super clean Got a 50 in my jeans, screamin' money ain't a thing A vilt full of bottles, got some models and some beans Man I'm just a young, checked up in the club ballin', 'cause my stacks' up Okay I'm standing on the bar and all these bitches starin' And my chain costs a Ferrari and my wrist costs a McLaren What we sayin'? Flex, flex, flex, flex, flex, flex, flex She want a nigga that can flex and her man can't do it Man, I bought a half a pound then we ran straight through it What we doin'? Flex flex flex flex flex flex flex Okay all I know it flexes you Some different check you more Shorty suck my dick, can't hit the weed, I need an extra blunt Spare tire in the trunk, ride with an extra shot Spent your rent money at that Benihana restaurant Gucci low, Polo, diamond dancing go go Whole squad flexin' like that Arm and Hammer logo Karate kickin', dojo Paparazzi photo Aggravated flexin', got these niggas playin' Nolo We against bein' broke Dirt Gang protest We gon' stand harder than the mu'fuckin Bowflex On this shit period, Kotex Waterfall money in the club, got your hoe wet (D-Bo!) Okay I'm standing on the bar and all these bitches starin' And my chain costs a Ferrari and my wrist costs a McLaren What we sayin'? Flex, flex, flex, flex, flex, flex, flex She want a nigga that can flex and her man can't do it Man, I bought a half a pound then we ran straight through it What we doin'? Flex flex flex flex flex flex flex Came to the club, seven chains, doin' too much Black, white 'rari fame, Waka Flocka flexed up Ah dog, valet smoking cush, boy I'm fucked up Two clouds for my haters, throw your cups up White Remy Martin but we buy by the case long Smoke back to back 'til our motherfuckin' eyes closed Paparazzi follow us everywhere we go He know, she know, I'll be flexin', nigga All this Remy Martin, I might mix it with some Rosay Heavy rotation on the radio, you get no play Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, ball go and get it, nigga You dream about it, I live it nigga Flex! Okay I'm standing on the bar and all these bitches starin' And my chain costs a Ferrari and my wrist costs a McLaren What we sayin'? Flex, flex, flex, flex, flex, flex, flex She want a nigga that can flex and her man can't do it Man, I bought a half a pound then we ran straight through it What we doin'? Flex flex flex flex flex flex flex
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Written by: DEREZ LENERD, DONQUEZ WOODS, HAROLD DUNCAN, JOSHUA HOWARD LUELLEN, JUAQUIN MALPHURS, LAKEEM MATTOX, MARIO HAMILTON
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