Stunting on my old hoes, styling on my haters

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

Glock 10 with that laser

Fuck around, meet your maker

Herman got my pissing

Fuck around with them papers

So I can't smoke no kush

I can't smoke no kush

But I run through them hoes

I ain't talking 'bout Reggie Bush

I say, y'all fuck **** so fold

Hoes ain't never gon' look

In the kitchen with that pyrex

And a nine piece, let me cook

Now hold up

I went and bought a Phantom 'cause I wanted to

And now I drive the same one since stuntin' do

Real ****, hunnid proof

I'ma need a hunnid M's to make me comfortable

Stunting 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 hunnid racks on my chain

All them hoes know my name

'Cause I be flexing, flexing, flexing on these ****

I be flexing, flexing, flexing on these bitches

I be flexing, flexing, flexing on these ****

I be flexing, flexing, flexing on these bitches, oh

All I know is just flex, shitting 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 three-six, make that pussy get so wet, ah

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

She call me papi, and I say ven aquí

Wrist wear on hockey, Porsche box like Ali

My sneaks, they Bally, in my hood I'm prolly

Just rolling 'round in that Ghost, watching out for them folks

Heater on my hip, trunk full of that work

I say, my shooters like dirt, ten racks and your murked

I'll put that on your head, ****, first week and you dead, ****

I, I bottle pop, I model pop

Pull up on them bikes, let the throttle pop

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

Like, fuck your corner, I'll buy the block

Stunting 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 hunnid racks on my chain

All them hoes know my name

'Cause I be flexing, flexing, flexing on these ****

I be flexing, flexing, flexing on these bitches

I be flexing, flexing, flexing on these ****

I be flexing, flexing, flexing on these bitches, oh

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

We ride around so dirty in this whip that's so clean

My old head, she thirty, but that dick suck's so mean

And that pussy just so good for that pipe, she my fiend

On that pint, I just lean, Perc 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 din', hold up

OZ's and whole keys, straight white and no tees

Great white and OZ's and they might just OD

I stay tight with OG's, they know I'm real, ****

Pocketful of them racks in my bank account, Meek Mill, ****

Stunting 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 hunnid racks on my chain

All them hoes know my name

'Cause I be flexing, flexing, flexing on these ****

I be flexing, flexing, flexing on these bitches

I be flexing, flexing, flexing on these ****

I be flexing, flexing, flexing on these bitches, oh