Flex Lyrics

[Verse 1: Travis Porter]
I'm flexin', I'm flexin'
I'm chillin' in our sessions
I'm in my private section, give me p*ssy 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 motherf*cker, 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
[Chorus: Slim Dunkin', Waka Flocka Flame & Travis Porter]
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

[Verse 2: Slim Dunkin]
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

[Verse 3: Derez De'Shon] We against bein' broke
Dirt Gang protest
We gon spend harder than the motherf*ckin' bow flex
On this shit period, go text
Waterfall money in the club, got your how with
[Chorus: Slim Dunkin', Waka Flocka Flame & Travis Porter]
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

[Verse 4: Waka Flocka Flame]
Came to the club, sevin chains, doin too much
Flat white Rari came Waka Flocka flexed up
All dogs really blazed smoking kush all f*cked 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!

[Chorus: Slim Dunkin, Waka Flocka Flame & Travis Porter]
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

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