Flex Up

You can ask Lauren, Zepporah and Kira

I Saint Laurent

I Saint Laurent this and I Margiela that

Bought my hos some Amiri

I been gettin' money, it's old and delirious

You can ask Lauren, Zepporah and Kira 'nem

I've been rich nigga before the millennium

Smokin' this dope to control the adrenaline

Sharpshooter aimin', I sold out the innocence

Star in a bank, in the courtroom, a criminal

I just bought bae a brand-new Maserati truck

Gotta slide on the opp, she said, "Not in my truck"

Gon' fire, if it's not, then it's not in my blunt

I been climbin' to the top, and I'm tryin' not to jump

Anybody seein' roof, to the top my car

I'ma tell the whole truth, I'ma try not to stunt

Diamonds in the tooth from the back and into the front

Big mama, 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 gettin' dough, I just had to redeem it

I just talked to Hov, and he told me he seen me

Funny, heard the same thing when I talked to Stevie, damn

And I left 'em, just do it to flex up

And I left 'em, just do it to flex up

And they askin' me to do it to flex up

Took a selfie of me, hold the 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 gettin' 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 war over flags if 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 treat 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 crammin'

If you think it's sweet, turn your body to yams

Mm, 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, uh

And I left 'em, just do it to flex up

I also need to do it to flex up

And I left me to do, I ain't F-in' with you

Took a selfie of 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

Dicked down some hos, caught 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 left 'em, just do it to flex up

I also need to do it to flex up

I ain't F-in' 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