Waka Flocka Flame, Derez De’Shon, Slim Dunkin, Lil Capp - Flex lyrics

Okay, all I know is flex and stunt
Seven different checks this month
Shawty sucked my dick, can't hit the weed
I need an extra blunt
Spare tire in the trunk
Riding with a extra shunt
Spent your rent money at
That Benihana restaurant
Gucci, Louis, Polo, diamond dancing, go-go
Whole squad flexing like that
Arm & Hammer logo
Karate kicking, dojo, paparazzi photo
Aggravated flexing
Got these niggas pleading nolo

We against being broke, Dirt Gang protest
We gon' stunting harder than
The motherfucking Bowflex
On this shit period, come test
Waterfall money in the club, got your hoe wet
D-Bo

You see the whole crew ball
Pulled up to the mall
Bought everything we saw, this the
Life of a boss, watch us
Flex, flex, flex, flex flex, flex, flex
Ayy, you see them bands over here
Everybody gotta check
Pulled up to the club, by the hoe
Got wet in time to flex, flex, flex, flex
Flex, flex, flex

Came to the club, seven chains doing too much
Flat white Rarri paint
Waka Flocka Flame flexed up
Hopped out valet, smoking kush, boy
I'm fucked up
Two claps for my haters, put your cups up
White Remy Martin
But we buy it by the caseload
Smoke back to back 'til
Our motherfucking eyes closed
Paparazzi follow us everywhere go
He know, she know I be flexing, nigga
All this Remy Martin
I might mix it with some Rosé
Heavy rotation on the radio, you get no play
Ball, ball, ball, ball, ball, go and get it
Nigga you dream about it, I live it, nigga
Flex

You see the whole crew ball
Pulled up to the mall
Bought everything we saw, this the
Life of a boss, watch us
Flex, flex, flex, flex flex, flex, flex
Ayy, you see them bands over here
Everybody gotta check
Pulled up to the club, by the hoe
Got wet in time to flex, flex, flex, flex
Flex, flex, flex

You see them bands in my
Pocket got me walking bowlegged
I'm a Ace of spaces, nigga, you get more
Try to outshine us? Nigga, you can forget it
It won't happen
Y'all niggas better get some more lettuce
Cheese and the fetty 'cause you
Can't do what we do
Nigga, you a shrimp, boy
Your whole crew seafood
Can't hang with the big dogs
Oh, you pissed off 'cause I
Got your bitch drawers tag Team, Kris Kross
Alley oop to Flock, alley oop to Slim
That means I pass them all
I'm balling out the gym
All I know is stunt, all I know is flex
Bitch, I got a check, shout out to my set

You see the whole crew ball
Pulled up to the mall
Bought everything we saw, this the
Life of a boss, watch us
Flex, flex, flex, flex flex, flex, flex
Ayy, you see them bands over here
Everybody gotta check
Pulled up to the club, by the hoe
Got wet in time to flex, flex, flex, flex
Flex, flex, flex