Flex Up歌词

作词 : Rex Kudo/Dwayne Carter/Ryan Vojtesak/Robert Richardson
作曲 : Rex Kudo/Dwayne Carter/Ryan Vojtesak/Robert Richardson
I Saint Laurent this
And I Margiela that
Bought my hoes something merrier
I been getting money, it's old and delirious
You can ask Lauren Karrine
I've been rich nigga before the millennium
Smoking this dope to control the adrenaline
Sharpshooter aimin', I sold out the innocence
Starring a bank, in the court room a criminal
I just bought a brand new monster wide truck
Gotta slide on the opp she say not in my truck
[?] fire, if it's not, then it's not in my blunt
I been climbing to the top and I'm tryin' not to jump
Anybody seeing roof, to the top my car
I'ma tell the whole truth, I'ma try not to stunt
Diamonds in my tooth from the back and into the front
Big momma, Lil Tunechi dick fatter than her, I'ma platter to her

I told her eat it
I'm lit off the stove you ain't gotta reheat it
I been getting dough, I just had to redeem it
I just talked to Hov and he told me he seen me
Funny heard the same thing I heard when I talked to Stevie, damn
And I luv my do flex up
And I only my do flex up
And I [?] flex up
Took a selfie on me hold their checks up
I'm like zero degrees from the neck up
If she get on her knees, I'ma bless her
If she get off her knees, it's a setup
Yeah, I told her eat it
I'm lit off the stove you ain't gotta reheat it
I been getting dough, I just had to redeem it
I just talked to Hov and he told me he seen me
Same thing I heard when I talked to Stevie

Saint Laurent this and I Margiela that
I ain't got no limits, credit card, it don't max
Spend it all on my kids, they gon' ball like their dad
When you only know riches, you don't know the rags
And we walk over flags and you don't know the half
You get caught in a jam
I might spend a lil' bread, send some niggas in red
To come shoot your head like bologna and ham
I'm at home with a ma'am, she want only a tan
I see only her ass and she only a fan
I say, "I understand," but I don't understand
Said she hot on the 'Gram, bitch, I'm hot out the pan
I found out she a stan
If you ain't got that bag then that private don't land
Slimey, do not test me, I'm your final exam
Don't care how much you cramming
If you think it's sweet, turn your body to yams, mmm

Eat it
Lit off the stove, you ain't gotta reheat it
Give her a pole, she turn into Houdini
Just talked to Hov and he told me he seen me
Funny, same thing I heard when I talked to Stevie, damn
And I luv my do flex up
And I only my do flex up
And I [?], I ain’t effin’ with you
Take a selfie with me throwin' checks up
I'm like zero degrees from the neck up
If she get on her knees, I'ma bless her
If she get off her knees, it's a setup
I told her eat it
Lit off the stove, you ain't gotta reheat it
Dick down some hoes cause the feelings retreated
I just talked to Hov and he told me he seen me
Same thing I heard when I talked to Stevie

And I luv my do flex up
And I only my do flex up 
And I [?] flex up
I ain’t effin’ with you, nigga, flex up
Take a selfie with me throwin' checks up
I'm like zero degrees from the neck up
If she get on her knees, I'ma bless her
If she get off her knees, it's a setup