Waka Flocka Flame, Derez De’Shon, Slim Dunkin, Travis Porter - Flex lyrics

I'm flexin', I'm flexin'
I'm chillin' in our sessions
I'm in my private section
Give me pussy then I'm sexin'
I'm flexin', I'm flexin'
What she know 'bout flexin'?
Might pull up to the Weston
And hella girl undressin'
I've this ice on me but my heart cold
I'm a real motherfucker, check my bar code
In the strip club, prolly at the blue fline
Scratches on the whip, a Mini coup
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', stacks up

Okay I'm standing on the bar
And all the girls starin'
And my chain costs a Ferrari and
My wrist costs a McLaren
What be sayin'? Flex flex flex
Flex flex flex flex
She want a bottle that can packs
And a man can do it
Man, I bought a half a pill
Then we ran straight through it
What we doin'? Flex flex flex
Flex flex flex flex

Okay all I know is flex and stunt
Seven different checks a month
Shorty suck my dick, can't hit the weed
I need an extra blunt
Spare tier in the trunk
Ride with an extra shot
Spend your rent money at
That Benihana restaurant
Gucc, Lucci, Polo, diamond dancing go go
Whole squad flexin like the Arm & Hammer logo
Karate kickin', dojo paparazzi photo
Aggravated flexin' with this niggas
Plain Nolo

We against bein' broke dirt Gang protest
We gon spend harder than
The motherfuckin' bow flex
On this shit period, go text
Waterfall money in the club
Got your how with

Okay I'm standing on the bar
And all the girls 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 bottle that can packs
And a man can do it
Man, I bought a half a pill
Then we ran straight through it
What we doin'? Flex flex flex
Flex flex flex flex

Came to the club, sevin chains, doin too much
Flat white Rari came Waka Flocka flexed up
All dogs really blazed smoking
Kush all fucked up two crowds for my haters
Throw your gropes on
White Remy Martin but we buy by the case loas
Smoke back to back in our
Rollie and 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 ream about it all weekend nigga flex!

Okay I'm standing on the bar
And all the girls starin'
And my chain costs a Ferrari and
My wrist costs a McLaren
What be sayin'? Flex flex flex
Flex flex flex flex
She want a bottle that can packs
And a man can do it
Man, I bought a half a pill
Then we ran straight through it
What we doin'? Flex flex flex
Flex flex flex flex