I.
I'm flexin' on you haters,
yeah I'm all about my paper
I'm flexin'
with the flexin', liftin' up your dresses
Pullin' up in that thing,
the motors T-Rexin' Pushin' up on math weight,
I'm not bench pressin'
And I'm never scared,
I bet you feel the pressure I'm passin' up the competition,
heading for the stardom
I'm ridin' all on Haley's comic flyer,
then a cardinal Fireman,
pyro,
I see you down with Spyro
Hook a weight class,
I'm weightless,
you put him on a waitlist I make it happen,
PIM stat,
you keep * on delay
Bitch,
just lock it off,
I'm stackin' up Take that hate and just back it up
Take your chick,
make her back it up Maybe if that ass is fat enough
Grind hard,
you see the veins Hearts numb,
no Novacaine
K9,
a strong mind Strong team,
you can't * with mine
Your butt light,
I'm moonshine Tom Yank,
you're a moonchild
I'm greedy with the plates I'm needy with the weight
My cardio is on point, and shout to Speedy Nash
I'm flexin' on you haters,
yeah I'm all about my paper
I'm flexin' on you haters,
yeah I'm all about my paper
I'm young Speedy Nash,
and Yankee Doodle Dandy Flexin' on you
suckas like takin' lollipops from a baby
Drop top on the Chevy, I see nothin' up above me
Flexin' for Giotto,
26's on the cutty Sit behind that ten,
I keep that strap off in my lap
Flexin' on you haters every time we come around Kings of the *,
yeah we here to claim the crown
Keep my fingers on my mic and keep my ten toes down
The crew flexin' hard,
regulators of this town Keep that Whitney in the city,
we don't smoke no Bobby Brown
Colorado by the strong,
about to blow their lungs out Keep
a bunch of rowdy gangstas round me,
load a screaming shell We gon' turn this bitch up,
about to turn the whole out
Broke the volume button off,
we turn it up now Finessin' all this money,
turn it to a cash cow Keep a bunch of rowdy gangstas round me,
load a screaming shell
I'm flexin' on you haters,
yeah I'm all about my paper