Flex Up

[Intro] You can ask Lauren, Zepporah and Kira I Saint Laurent [Verse 1] I Saint Laurent this and I Margiela that Bought my hoes some Amiri I been getting money, it's old and delirious You can ask Lauren, Zepporah and Kira 'nem I've been rich nigga before the millennium Smoking this dope to control the adrenaline Sharpshooter aimin', I sold out the innocence Startin' a bank, in the courtroom, a criminal I just bought a brand new monster wide truck Gotta slide on the opp, she said, "Not in my truck" Gon' fire, if it's not, then it's not in my blunt I been climbing to the top and I'm tryin' not to jump Anybody seeing roof, to the top 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 [Chorus] I told her eat it I'm lit off the stove, you ain't gotta reheat it I been getting dough, I just had to redeem it I just talked to Hov and he told me he seen me Funny, heard the same thing I heard when I talked to Stevie, damn And I left 'em, just do it to flex up And I left 'em, just do it to flex up And they askin' me to do it 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 getting 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 [Verse 2] 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 Slimey, 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 [Chorus] I told her eat it I'm lit off the stove, you ain't gotta reheat it I been getting dough, I just had to redeem it I just talked to Hov and he told me he seen me Funny, heard the same thing I heard when I talked to Stevie, uh And I left 'em, just do it to flex up I also need to do it to flex up And I left 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 Been dogged some hoes, caught feelings, retreated I just talked to Hov and he told me he seen me Same thing I heard when I talked to Stevie [Outro] And I left 'em, just do it to flex up I also need to do it 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