Yeah, I see you niggas (Hello)
Got me shitting on my ex, yeah
(Who they gon') flex, flex, flex, flex
(Now who they gon') flex, flex, flex, flex
Leave them b*****s mother****ers wet, Marty know that they upset
Man, I'm all about my checks, and I'm shitting on my ex
Flex, flex, flex, flex
(Who they gon') flex, flex, flex, flex
When I walk up on the scene, niggas staring at my jeans
Doing shit you never seen, mask on, Halloween
Flex, flex, flex, flex
Flex, flex, flex, flex
You don't know then I don't know, me, I'm all about my dough
'Bout to have another show, get my chips, I gotta go
Tryna cop a Porsche, tell me what it cost
Wanna start it up, it sound like a horse
Leave them niggas lost, and I'm on that sauce
And I feel like Ross, know that I'm a boss
Please don't get me drunk, I'd rather blow that skunk
Know my b*****s is bad, and she got a donk
"Marty put me on, you know I'm tryna spit"
I'm a doberman pinscher for the b*****s
If I could **** em all I'ma **** em all
If I could **** em all I'ma **** em all
Lil bitty b*****s need a pause
I put the d**k in her a**s
Flex, flex, flex, flex
(Now who they gon') flex, flex, flex, flex
Leave them b*****s mother****ers wet, Marty know that they upset
Man, I'm all about my checks, and I'm shitting on my ex
Flex, flex, flex, flex
Flex, flex, flex, flex
When I walk up on the scene, niggas staring at my jeans
Doing shit you never seen, mask on, Halloween
Flex, flex, flex, flex
Flex, flex, flex, flex
You don't know then I don't know, me, I'm all about my dough
'Bout to have another show, get my chips, I gotta go
We won't fall out bout no b***h
She was loving my flow, she ain't paid for a show
Starting to feel Al 'Po, money calling, I'll go
Make it rain, I make it snow, count the money, watch it grow
Still get it for the low, all the kush that I blow
Backwoods with me, rolled, when I'm out on the road
Too many lame niggas on my d**k
Too many shows now a young nigga rich (let's go)
All this money that I blow, we could never keep it low
Young nigga came from the trenches (ya-ya)
Now a nigga ball, y'all still riding benches
Got my racks up now a nigga Saks Fifthing
Flex, flex, flex, flex
(Now who they gon') flex, flex, flex, flex
Leave them b*****s mother****ers wet, Marty know that they upset
Man, I'm all about my checks, and I'm shitting on my ex