Songtext zu 'Flexing (feat Chris Brown, Lil Wayne, Gudda Gudda & HoodyBaby)' von Quavo

[Lil Wayne]
I'm too sexy for your shit
I don't take flexin' from no bitch, oh no bitch
And my new bitch don't give me no lip
And when she do, she give me both lips, she ride it like a road trip
I got you on your mad shit so now you doin' mad shit
I'm subtractin' ratchets, I'm outchea doin' math
Bitch, you ratchet on your best day, fuckin' for a check face
Outchea leakin' sex tapes, why you tryna flex, babe?

[Chris Brown]
Tell me why, would I sit up waiting on you?
Would I sit up waiting on you, yeah
Would I sit up waiting on you, yeah
Tell me why would I be when you
Flexin', flexin', flexin', flexin', yeah
Flexin', flexin', flexin', flexin', oh
Flexin', flexin', yeah, flexin', flexin', yeah
Flexin', flexin', flexin', flexin', oh

[Quavo]
Fucked her one time then I hit her on the mattress (yeah)
I'ma get you high, baby, you ain't gotta ask me
Know that you a killer, girl, you a real assassin (yeah)
Houdini do magic, my money stretch like elastic (Houdini, yeah)
All of my bitches be bad, 50% up on plastic (bad, plastic)
No I'm not goin' out sad, came from the fire like a dragon (no, fire)
I put them birds on the wagon, damn, your bitch be ratchet (brrrr, damn)
All of my bitches be bad, all of my bitches the baddest, yeah (damn)

[Chris Brown]
Tell me why, would I sit up waiting on you?
Would I sit up waiting on you, yeah
Would I sit up waiting on you, yeah
Tell me why would I be when you
Flexin', flexin', flexin', flexin', oh, yeah
Flexin', flexin', flexin', flexin', oh
Flexin', flexin', yeah, flexin', flexin', yeah
Flexin', flexin', flexin', flexin', oh

[Gudda Gudda & HoodyBaby]
Should have fucked you and cut you right up like a knife
Like all of my homies say you wasn't right
Like all of these bitches wanna fuck with a Crip
All in my kitchen, they lovin' my whip
All of these bitches wanna fuck with a real one
All of these bitches wanna fuck with a thug
All of these bitches wanna fuck with lil' Gudda
I show 'em the dick and I show 'em no love
I ain't trippin', bitch, I'm chillin', 30 hoes in the villa
Got a Ghost and a Wraith, call me Ghost Wraith killer
Call me Ghostface Killah, cash rules everythin' around me
I was a real nigga when you found me, I fuck 'em then I get 'em from around me
Go

[Chris Brown]
You know I, I been on the road
You been out doing the most
Came a long way since I put you in designer
Raining in that line with your credit card declining, oh
I don't know how I'm supposed to feel
Girl, you had a good thing, you fucked it up you know
Ain't no text backs so you know it's real, yeah
Like yeah

[Chris Brown]
Tell me why, would I sit up waiting on you?
Would I sit up waiting on you, yeah
Would I sit up waiting on you, yeah
Tell me why would I be when you
Flexin', flexin', flexin', flexin', oh, yeah
Flexin', flexin', oh, flexin', flexin', oh
Flexin', flexin', yeah, flexin', flexin', yeah
Flexin', flexin', flexin', flexin', oh