Flexing (feat Chris Brown, Lil Wayne, Gudda Gudda & HoodyBaby)

[Lil Wayne]

I'm too sexy for your shit

I don't take flexin' from no bitch, oh no bitch

And my new bitch don't give me no lip

And when she do, she give me both lips, she ride it like a road trip

I got you on your mad shit so now you doin' mad shit

I'm subtractin' ratchets, I'm outchea doin' math

Bitch, you ratchet on your best day, fuckin' for a check face

Outchea leakin' sex tapes, why you tryna flex, babe?

[Chris Brown]

Tell me why, would I sit up waiting on you?

Would I sit up waiting on you, yeah

Would I sit up waiting on you, yeah

Tell me why would I be when you

Flexin', flexin', flexin', flexin', yeah

Flexin', flexin', flexin', flexin', oh

Flexin', flexin', yeah, flexin', flexin', yeah

Flexin', flexin', flexin', flexin', oh

[Quavo]

Fucked her one time then I hit her on the mattress (yeah)

I'ma get you high, baby, you ain't gotta ask me

Know that you a killer, girl, you a real assassin (yeah)

Houdini do magic, my money stretch like elastic (Houdini, yeah)

All of my bitches be bad, 50% up on plastic (bad, plastic)

No I'm not goin' out sad, came from the fire like a dragon (no, fire)

I put them birds on the wagon, damn, your bitch be ratchet (brrrr, damn)

All of my bitches be bad, all of my bitches the baddest, yeah (damn)

[Chris Brown]

Tell me why, would I sit up waiting on you?

Would I sit up waiting on you, yeah

Would I sit up waiting on you, yeah

Tell me why would I be when you

Flexin', flexin', flexin', flexin', oh, yeah

Flexin', flexin', flexin', flexin', oh

Flexin', flexin', yeah, flexin', flexin', yeah

Flexin', flexin', flexin', flexin', oh

[Gudda Gudda & HoodyBaby]

Should have fucked you and cut you right up like a knife

Like all of my homies say you wasn't right

Like all of these bitches wanna fuck with a Crip

All in my kitchen, they lovin' my whip

All of these bitches wanna fuck with a real one

All of these bitches wanna fuck with a thug

All of these bitches wanna fuck with lil' Gudda

I show 'em the dick and I show 'em no love

I ain't trippin', bitch, I'm chillin', 30 hoes in the villa

Got a Ghost and a Wraith, call me Ghost Wraith killer

Call me Ghostface Killah, cash rules everythin' around me

I was a real nigga when you found me, I fuck 'em then I get 'em from around me

Go

[Chris Brown]

You know I, I been on the road

You been out doing the most

Came a long way since I put you in designer

Raining in that line with your credit card declining, oh

I don't know how I'm supposed to feel

Girl, you had a good thing, you fucked it up you know

Ain't no text backs so you know it's real, yeah

Like yeah

[Chris Brown]

Tell me why, would I sit up waiting on you?

Would I sit up waiting on you, yeah

Would I sit up waiting on you, yeah

Tell me why would I be when you

Flexin', flexin', flexin', flexin', oh, yeah

Flexin', flexin', oh, flexin', flexin', oh

Flexin', flexin', yeah, flexin', flexin', yeah

Flexin', flexin', flexin', flexin', oh