Flex Up Lyrics – Lil Wayne

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[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 n!gga before the millennium
Smoking this dope to control the adrenaline
Sharpshooter aiming, I sold out the innocence

Starting a bank, in the court room, 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 trying 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, d!ck 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 asking 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 n!ggas 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, b!tch, 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 cramming
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-ing with you
Took a selfie of me, throwing 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-ing with you, n!gga, flex up
Take a selfie with me, throwing 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