Meek Mill - Flexing lyrics

Stuntin' all on my old hoes
Styling all on my haters
Presidential is rose gold
Say it's time to get paper
Glock 10 with that laser
Fuck around meet yo maker
Every month got me pissin'
Fuck around with them papers
So I can't smoke no kush
I can't smoke no kush
But I ran through them hoes
And I ain't talk 'bout Reggie Bush
I say y'all fuck niggas so fold
Hoes ain't never gon' look
In the kitchen with that pyrex and a 9 piece
Let me cook now hold up
I went and bought a Phantom cause I wanted to
And now I drive the same whips as Stunna do
Real nigga, 100 proof
I'ma need a 100 M's to make me comfortable

Stuntin' all on my old hoes
Styling all on my haters
Presidential is rose gold
Say it's time to get paper
Big crib with no neighbors
Ball hard but no Lakers
Spent a 100 racks on my chain
All them hoes know my name
I be flexin', flexin'
Flexin' on these niggas
I be flexin', flexin'
Flexin' on these bitches
I be flexin', flexin'
Flexin' on these niggas
I be flexin', flexin'
Flexin' on these bitches

All I know is just flex, shittin' on my ex
Bad hoes on my team, dick 'em down like Next
I rock YSL so fresh, fly as hell no jet
Waves on 360, make that pussy get so wet
She say I'm cocky, I say that's not me
She call me papi and I say ven aqui
Wrist wear on hockey, Porsche box like Ali
My sneaks they bally
In my hood I'm prolly just
Rollin 'round in that ghost
Watching out for them folks
Heater on my hip, trunk full of that work
I say my shooters like Dirk
10 racks and you murk
I put that on yo head nigga
First week and you dead nigga
I bottle pop, I model pop
Pull up on them bikes, let the throttle pop
Niggas know I'm nice, and I got a lot
Like fuck yo corner, I buy the block

Stuntin' all on my old hoes
Styling all on my haters
Presidential is rose gold
Say it's time to get paper
Big crib with no neighbors
Ball hard but no Lakers
Spent a 100 racks on my chain
All them hoes know my name
I be flexin', flexin'
Flexin' on these niggas
I be flexin', flexin'
Flexin' on these bitches
I be flexin', flexin'
Flexin' on these niggas
I be flexin', flexin'
Flexin' on these bitches

I don't chase no bitches
I just chase my dreams
We ridin' 'round so dirty in
This whip that's so clean my old head
She 30 but that dick suck so mean
And that pussy just so good for that pipe
She my fiend
On that pint I just lean, perk got me bent
If you ain't talking 'bout money
You ain't got no sense
Smell it on my clothes, work got that scent
In that kitchen with them birds
'bout to serve up that's din' - Hold up!
OZ's and whole keys
Straight white and no trees
Great white and OZ's and they might just OD
I stay tight with OG's
They know I'm real nigga
Pocket full of them racks
And my bank account, meek Mill nigga

Stuntin' all on my old hoes
Styling all on my haters
Presidential is rose gold
Say it's time to get paper
Big crib with no neighbors
Ball hard but no Lakers
Spent a 100 racks on my chain
All them hoes know my name
I be flexin', flexin'
Flexin' on these niggas
I be flexin', flexin'
Flexin' on these bitches
I be flexin', flexin'
Flexin' on these niggas
I be flexin', flexin'
Flexin' on these bitches