Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Flex, artist - Waka Flocka Flame. Date of issue: 07.06.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Flex |
| I’m flexin', I’m flexin' |
| I’m chillin' in our sessions |
| I’m in my private section, give me pussy 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 motherfucker, 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 bitches |
| 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 the Arm & Hammer 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 shit 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, doin 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 |