Lil Med - Flexing

Shawty be flexing on niggas she know that she bad I can tell by the way that she walk
Niggas be playin with money and asking for verses it cost me a coupe for to talk
I'm exhausted I'm working a shift to a shift a young nigga been punching the clock
It's some McQueens on my feet or some new Jordan 3s you lil niggas be wearing some crocs
I got these diamonds they hitting they shine a lil different it cost a lil money for this
Putting my trunk in the engine and keeping it pimping I stay with a pole like a stick
She want a nigga who nasty & keeping it classy I might as well pop me a bitch
All of these niggas be bitches and hoes the way all these niggas be riding a dick
Flexing
Baby know I'm flexing
I be on my shit I don't got time for all that texting
5-Star when I leave I give my money to The Westin
Gotta feed the fam they know I'm tryna be a blessing
Like Megan I'm tryna feel all on yo body
Since I done got money that head a lil sloppy
I'm keeping it real ain't no need for a copy
I spot em I got em
This shit getting rocky
I ain't into boxing
I'm just tryna pop me a molly
Fuck you and yo posse
These hoes be all over my jockey
He ain't go no money like Tommy
She telling me stop it for I get all over that ass
Still tryna chase me a sack
Wont fumble the ball Ima pass
This bitch be running from the dick and I swear that she fast
I'm chiefing exotic and grass
He tried to run off on a nigga and didn't get far
I paid it in cash ain't no note on my car
Really living like that swear to God ima star
Flexing
Baby know I'm flexing
I be on my shit I don't got time for all that texting
5-Star when I leave I give my money to The Westin
Gotta feed the fam they know I'm tryna be a blessing
I answer the phone if it's money involved
Won't get a word I ain't talking to laws
If you got a problem well let's get it solved
Can't fuck with you dawg cause I really might rob you
Tie you up and leave you in the Bayou
Come here lil mama I really wanna try you
Purchase a rapper I really might buy you
You know them niggas yeah they stay with me
You know them killers they don't play with me
Aye my bitches have they way with me
Aye, Aye, Aye

Written by:
Medric Roberson II

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