Flexing - Meek Mill
[Verse 1:]
Stuntin' all on my old hoes, styling all on my haters
Presidential is rose gold, say it's time to get paper
Glock 10 with that laser, f_ck around meet yo maker
Everyone got me pissin', f_ck around with them papers
So I can't smoke no kush, I can't smoke no kush
But I ran throught them hoes, and I ain't talk 'bout Reggie Bush
I say y'all f_ck n_ggas so fold, hoes ain't never gon' look
In the kitchen with that pyrex and a 9 piece, let me cook
Now hold up, I went and bought a Phantom cause I wanted to
And now I drive the same one some stunnas do
Real n_gga, 100 proof
I'm a need a 100M's to make me comfortable
[Hook:]
Stuntin' all on my old hoes, styling all on my haters
Presidential is rose gold, say it's time to get paper
Big crib with no neighbors, ball hard but no Lakers
Spent a 100 racks on my chain, all them hoes know my name
I be flexin, flexin, flexin on these n_ggas
I be flexin, flexin, flexin on these b_tches
I be flexin, flexin, flexin on these n_ggas
I be flexin, flexin, flexin on these b_tches
[Verse 2:]
All I know is just flex, sh_ttin' on my ex
Bad hoes on my team, d_ck 'em down like Next
I rock YSL so fresh, fly as hell no jet
Waves on 360, make that p_ssy get so wet
She say I'm cocky, I say that's not me
She call me papi and I say ven aqui
Wrist wear on hockey, Porsche box like Ali
My sneaks they bally, in my hood I'm prolly just rollin 'round in that ghost
Watching out for them folks
Heater on my hip, trunk full of that work
I say my shooters like dirt, 10 racks and you murk
I put that on yo head n_gga, first week and you dead n_gga
I bottle pop, I model pop
Pull up on them bikes, let the throttle pop
N_ggas know I'm nice, and I got a lot
Like f_ck yo corner, I bought a block
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[Verse 3:]
I don't chase no b_tches, I just chase my dream
We ridin 'round so dirty in this whip that's so clean
My old head she 30 but that d_ck s_ck so mean
And that p_ssy just so good for that pipe she my fein
On that pint I just lean, perk got me bent
If you ain't talking 'bout money, you ain't got no sense
Smell it on my clothes, work got that scent
In that kitchen with them birds, 'bout to serve up that's din'
Hold up! OZ's and whole keys
Straight white and no trees
Great white and OZ's and they might just OD
I stay tight with OG's
They know I'm real n_gga
Pocket full of them racks
And my bank account Meek Mill n_gga
[Hook]
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