Flex (feat. Travis Porter, Slim Dunkin & D-Bo) (Explicit) - Waka Flocka Flame/D-Bo/Slim Dunkin/Travis Porter

I'm flexin' I'm flexin'

I'm chillin' in our sessions

I'm in my private section

Give me p**sy 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**ker

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 b**ches

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

We'll 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 it flexes you

Some different check you more

Shorty can't hit the whip

I need a astro blow

Spare tier in the trunk

Ride with an extra shot

Spend your red money

At that Benihana restaurant

Gucci low Polo diamond dancing go go

Whole squad flexin' like army have my logo

Karate kickin' dojo

Paparazzi photo

Aggravated flexin' plain Nolo

We against bein' broke

Dirt Gang protest

We gon spend harder than the mob bow flex

On this sh*t period contest

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

We'll 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

Came to the club sevin chains

Doing too much

Ferrari Rary fay Waka Flocka flexed up

All dogs really spend it cool

Two crowds for my haters

Throw your gropes on

White Remy Martin but we buy by the case long

Smoke back to back in our Rollie and eyes closed

Paparazzi follow us everywhere we go

He know she know I'll be flexin'

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

Dream about it all weekend

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

We'll 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