Flex Up

You can ask Lauren, Zipporah, and Kira
I Saint Laurent

I Saint Laurent this and I Margiela that
Bought my hos some Amiri
I been gettin' money, it's old and delirious
You can ask Lauren, Zipporah, and Kira 'nem

I've been rich nigga before the millennium
Smokin' this dope to control the adrenaline
Sharpshooter aimin', I sort out the innocents
Star in the bank, in the courtroom, a criminal

I just bought bae a new Maserati truck
Gotta slide on the opp, she said, "Not in my truck"
More fire, if it's not, then it's not in my blunt
I been climbin' to the top, and I'm tryin' not to jump

Anybody seen the roof to the top of my car?
I'ma tell the whole truth, I'ma try not to stunt
Diamonds in the tooth from the back and into the front
Big mama, 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 gettin' dough, I just had to redeem it
I just talked to Hov, and he told me he seen me
Funny, heard the same thing when I talked to Stevie, damn

Ain't nothin' left for me to do but to flex up
Ain't nothin' left for me to do but to flex up
Ain't nothin' else for me to do but to flex up
Took a selfie of me, hold the 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 gettin' 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 war over flags if 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 treat 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
Slimy, do not test me, I'm your final exam
Don't care how much you crammin'
If you think it's sweet, turn your body to yams

Mm, 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, uh

Ain't nothin' left for me to do but to flex up
Ain't nothin' else for me to do but to flex up
Ain't nothin' left for me to do, I ain't F-in' with you
Took a selfie of 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
Dicked down some hos, caught feelings, retreated
Just talked to Hov and he told me he seen me
Same thing I heard when I talked to Stevie, uh

Ain't nothin' left for me to do but to flex up
Ain't nothin' else for me to do but to flex up
I ain't F-in' 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