2 Chainz - Flexin’ on my Baby Mama lyrics
Tauheed Epps
[2 Chainz - Flexin’ on my Baby Mama lyrics]
But I'm flexin' on my baby mama
I'm like, "Damn, I shoulda wore a condom!"
Boom, boom, boom
My shoes sold out in one day
Pull out the blueprint, bumpin' dat Gunplay
In a Maybach, pockets stay fat so fly
I could parallel park on a fucking runway
Going down a one way the wrong way
Shoot barrel long range
Swag like pro ball, gave her a ring
Phone call
Money talk, pole vault, walked in, drove off
So comfortable at the dealership
I don't take my robe off
I wake up and I get to it
Breakfast time I might sea food it
Lunch time I might lamb chop it
And you do is talk shit
Like you was eatin' booty
Southside in my bloodstream
Smokin' on that propane
I could tell ya ass one thing
I like gettin' head wearing both chains
All white with no stains
I been trappin' fore the Grammy nods
I been countin' money so long I'mma
Need a damn hand massage
So many cars, I can barely park
So many cars, I need another damn garage
I'm famous with my fam around
Damn I wish I had my dad around
Gave a nigga a Lamborghini
So that's a motherfuckin' lamb-me down
Watch how I'mma kill em for the summer
(Watch how I kill 'em)
Watch how I'mma kill em for the summer
(Watch how I kill 'em)
I'm just flexin' on my baby mama
(I'm just flexin')
I'm just flexin' on my baby mama
(I'm just flexin')
Watch how I'mma kill em for the summer
(Watch how I kill 'em)
Watch how I'mma kill em for the summer
(Watch how I kill 'em)
I'm just flexin' on my baby mama
(I'm just flexin')
I'm just flexin' on my baby mama
(I'm just flexin')
Aye, European style my dresscode
Gunshots in the club echo
Walk around with a 36 with six
Shots in my 38 Special
Black car, black Timbs
Bank of America back then
She tryna tell me her life story and
All I want is a lap dance
Good times, smokin' J's, rockin' J's
I'm the rap Ernie Barnes
If I paint a canvas it'd be melee, firearms
Viacom, maricón, if she bad I invite her home
Buying chains like I'm buyin' homes
Rims taller than Kevin Hart, Ride Along
Them rhinestones, you ain't shinin', nigga
I ain't hidin' so you ain't gotta find me
Nigga all my clothes are designer, nigga
And my back seat recliner nigga
Came in rockin' all gold and
I'm fuckin' all yall hoes
Smokin' on that Lee Haney
Sippin' on that hard-boiled
This that get back - click clack, get back
Smokin' on Raw paper, this ain't zig zags
Snakeskin wallpaper, rose gold chandelier
I'm lookin' for a baby eater
Can I get a volunteer?
Watch how I'mma kill em for the summer
(Watch how I kill 'em)
Watch how I'mma kill em for the summer
(Watch how I kill 'em)
I'm just flexin' on my baby mama
(I'm just flexin')
I'm just flexin' on my baby mama
(I'm just flexin')
Watch how I'mma kill em for the summer
(Watch how I kill 'em)
Watch how I'mma kill em for the summer
(Watch how I kill 'em)
I'm just flexin' on my baby mama
(I'm just flexin')
I'm just flexin' on my baby mama
(I'm just flexin')
I said I take care of my kids
But I'm flexin' on my baby mama
I'm like "Damn, I shoulda wore a condom!"
Boom, boom, boom