TWhy - Flexin' on my Baby Mama lyrics

[Intro/Outro] I said I take care of my kids but I'm flexin' on my baby mama I'm like, "Damn, I shoulda wore a condom!" Boom, boom, boom [Verse 1] My shoes sold out in one day Pull out the blueprint, bumpin' dat Gunplay In a Maybach, pockets stay fat So fly, I could parallel park on a f**ing runway Going down a one way the wrong way, shoot barrel long range Swag like pro ball, gave her a ring, phone call Money talk, pole vault, walked in, drove off So comfortable at the dealership, I don't take my robe off I wake up and I get to it, breakfast time I might sea food it Lunch time I might lamb chop it And you do is talk sh** like you was eatin' booty Southside in my bloodstream, smokin' on that propane I could tell ya a** one thing, I like gettin' head wearing both chains All white with no stains, I been trappin' fore the Grammy nods I been countin' money so long I'mma need a damn hand ma**age So many cars, I can barely park So many cars, I need another damn garage I'm famous with my fam around, damn I wish I had my dad around Gave a n***a a Lamborghini, so that's a motherf**in' lamb-me-down [Hook] (x2) Watch how I'mma k** em for the summer (Watch how I k** 'em) Watch how I'mma k** em for the summer (Watch how I k** 'em) I'm just flexin' on my baby mama (I'm just flexin') I'm just flexin' on my baby mama (I'm just flexin') [Verse 2] Aye, European style my dresscode, gunshots in the club echo Walk around with a .36 with six shots in my .38 Special Black car, black Timbs, Bank of America back then She tryna tell me her life story and all I want is a lap dance Good times, smokin' J's, rockin' J's, I'm the rap Ernie Barnes If I paint a canvas it'd be melee, firearms Viacom, maricón, if she bad I invite her home Buying chains like I'm buyin' homes Rims taller than Kevin Hart, Ride Along Them rhinestones, you ain't shinin', n***a I ain't hidin' so you ain't gotta find me, n***a All my clothes are designer, n***a And my back seat recliner n***a Came in rockin' all gold and I'm f**in' all yall hoes Smokin' on that Lee Haney, sippin' on that hard boiled This that get back - click clack, get back Smokin' on Raw paper, this ain't zig zags Snakeskin wallpaper, rose gold chandelier I'm lookin' for a baby eater, can I get a volunteer? [Hook] [Outro/Intro] I said I take care of my kids but I'm flexin' on my baby mama I'm like "Damn, I shoulda wore a condom!" Boom, boom, boom