Flex Up 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