Flexing - Meek Mill

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, fuck around meet yo maker

Every month got me pissin', fuck around with them papers

So I can’t smoke no kush, I can’t smoke no kush

But I ran through them hoes, and I ain’t talk 'bout Reggie Bush

I say y’all fuck niggas 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 nigga, 100 proof

I’ma need a 100 M’s to make me comfortable

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 niggas

I be flexin', flexin', flexin' on these bitches

I be flexin', flexin', flexin' on these niggas

I be flexin', flexin', flexin' on these bitches

All I know is just flex, shittin' on my ex

Bad hoes on my team, dick 'em down like Next

I rock YSL so fresh, fly as hell no jet

Waves on 360, make that pussy 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 Dirk, 10 racks and you murk

I put that on yo head nigga, first week and you dead nigga

I bottle pop, I model pop

Pull up on them bikes, let the throttle pop

Niggas know I’m nice, and I got a lot

Like fuck yo corner, I buy the block

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 niggas

I be flexin', flexin', flexin' on these bitches

I be flexin', flexin', flexin' on these niggas

I be flexin', flexin', flexin' on these bitches

I don’t chase no bitches, I just chase my dreams

We ridin' 'round so dirty in this whip that’s so clean

My old head, she 30 but that dick suck so mean

And that pussy just so good for that pipe, she my fiend

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 nigga

Pocket full of them racks and my bank account, Meek Mill nigga

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 niggas

I be flexin', flexin', flexin' on these bitches

I be flexin', flexin', flexin' on these niggas

I be flexin', flexin', flexin' on these bitches