Flex Waka Flocka Flame (Ft. Derez De'Shon, Slim Dunkin & Travis Porter)

[Verse 1: Travis Porter]
I'm flexin', I'm flexin'
I'm chillin' in our sessions
I'm in my private section, give me pussy then I'm sexin'
I'm flexin', I'm flexin'
What she know 'bout flexin'?
Might pull up to the Weston and hella girl undressin'
I've this ice on me but my heart cold
I'm a real motherfucker, check my bar code
In the strip club, prolly at the blue fline
Scratches on the whip, a Mini coup
Okay I stepped up from the scene super clean
Got a 50 in my jeans, screamin' money ain't a thing
A vilt full of bottles, got some models and some beans
Man I'm just a young, checked up in the club ballin', stacks up

[Chorus: Slim Dunkin', Waka Flocka Flame & Travis Porter]
Okay I'm standing on the bar and all the girls starin'
And my chain costs a Ferrari and my wrist costs a McLaren
What be sayin'? Flex flex flex flex flex flex flex
She want a bottle that can packs and a man can do it
Man, I bought a half a pill then we ran straight through it
What we doin'? Flex flex flex flex flex flex flex

[Verse 2: Slim Dunkin]
Okay all I know is flex and stunt
Seven different checks a month
Shorty suck my dick, can't hit the weed, I need an extra blunt
Spare tier in the trunk, ride with an extra shot
Spend your rent money at that Benihana restaurant
Gucc, Lucci, Polo, diamond dancing go go
Whole squad flexin like the Arm & Hammer logo
Karate kickin', dojo
Paparazzi photo
Aggravated flexin' with this niggas, plain Nolo