Jahlil Beats - Flexing lyrics

[Verse 1] 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, f** around meet yo maker Every month got me pissin', f** 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 f** n***as 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 n***a, 100 proof I'mma need a 100 M's to make me comfortable [Hook] 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 n***as I be flexin, flexin, flexin on these b**hes I be flexin, flexin, flexin on these n***as I be flexin, flexin, flexin on these b**hes [Verse 2] All I know is just flex, sh**tin' 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 p**y get so wet She say I'm co*ky, 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 n***a, first week and you dead n***a I bottle pop, I model pop Pull up on them bikes, let the throttle pop n***as know I'm nice, and I got a lot Like f** yo corner, I buy the block [Hook] [Verse 3] I don't chase no b**hes, 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 s** so mean And that p**y 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 n***a Pocket full of them racks and my bank account Meek Mill n***a [Hook]