Flexin On Em Lyrics - Meek Mill Gang 2 - Meek Mill

Stuntin' all on my old hoes, styling all on my haters 

Presidential is rose gold, say it's time to get paper 

Glock 10 with that laser, fuck around meet yo maker 

Everyone got me pissin', fuck around with them papers 

So I can't smoke no kush, I can't smoke no kush 

But I ran through them hoes, and I ain't talk 'bout Reggie Bush 

I say y'all fuck niggas so fold, hoes ain't never gon' look 

In the kitchen with that pyrex and a 9 piece, let me cook 

Now hold up, I went and bought a phantom cause I wanted to 

And now I drive the same one some stunnas do 

Real nigga, 100 proof 

I'mma need a 100m's to make me comfortable 

Stuntin' all on my old hoes, styling all on my haters 

Presidential is rose gold, say it's time to get paper 

Big crib with no neighbors, ball hard but no Lakers 

Spent a 100 racks on my chain, all them hoes know my name 

I be flexin, flexin, flexin on these niggas 

I be flexin, flexin, flexin on these bitches 

I be flexin, flexin, flexin on these niggas 

I be flexin, flexin, flexin on these bitches 

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All I know is just flex, shittin' on my ex 

Bad hoes on my team, dick 'em down like next 

I rock YSL so fresh, fly as hell no jet 

Waves on 360, make that pussy get so wet 

She say I'm cocky, I say that's not me 

She call me papi and I say ven aqui 

Wrist wear on hockey, Porsche box like Ali 

My sneaks they bally, in my hood I'm prolly just rollin 'round in that ghost 

Watching out for them folks 

Heater on my hip, trunk full of that work 

I say my shooters like dirt, 10 racks and you murk 

I put that on yo head nigga, first week and you dead nigga 

I bottle pop, I model pop 

Pull up on them bikes, let the throttle pop 

Niggas know I'm nice, and I got a lot 

Like fuck yo corner, I bought a block 

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I don't chase no bitches, I just chase my dream 

We ridin 'round so dirty in this whip that's so clean 

My old head she 30 but that dick suck so mean 

And that pussy just so good for that pipe she my fein 

On that pint I just lean, perk got me bent 

If you ain't talking 'bout money, you ain't got no sense 

Smell it on my clothes, work got that scent 

In that kitchen with them birds, 'bout to serve up that's din' 

Hold up! oz's and whole keys 

Straight white and no trees 

Great white and oz's and they might just od 

I stay tight with og's 

They know I'm real nigga 

Pocket full of them racks 

And my bank account meek mill nigga