Flexin' On Em Lyrics - Singles - Dj Holiday

[Hook: Stuey Rock](x4) 

I'm flexing on 'em, I'm flexing on 'em, I'm flexing on 'em 

I'm flexing on 'em, I'm flexing on 'em, I'm flexing on 'em like 

[Verse 1: Meek Mill] 

I'm flexing on em' I'm stepping on 'em 

Giuseppes on and them hoes love it 

Pussy nigga try flexing on us I'll whoop your ass like you stole something 

Ho be like can I hold something 

I don't let these hoes hold nothing 

Fake niggas with fake chains with fake ice that's cold fronting 

You don't do it like me nigga, you ain't got to like me nigga 

Got beef don't talk just do it, get checked like Nike nigga 

Hundred K in my white T nigga 

Make a movie like Spike Lee nigga 

If it weren't for the rap then It's back the trap white girl like Ice-T nigga 

Popped a molly she rolling I'm sipping lean slow motion 

I'm high as fuck but I'm swervin' 

I'm flexing on 'em Hulk Hogan 

And we loaded young rich niggas 

We don't fuck with no bitch niggas 

Prolly fucking your bitch nigga 

Got a condo on my wrist nigga like woah 

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[Hook: Stuey Rock] 

[Verse 2: Future] 

I blast off in a space coup 

I'm way fresher than a tie and suit 

That girl head was so good I had to nick name her [?] 

I'm awesome I'm gnarly I'm a rock star I'm way flyer than you 

[?] your girlfriend on my bullseye 

I got to salute my plug, my plug he made me rich 

I got to salute my hommies they turned up in this bitch 

A bunch of bad girls in the club tonight 

They want to take a nigga home they want to go on that flight 

I'm an astronaut and I'm an alien 

And in this car with me is an immigrant 

Them two doors they lift up and that turbo that's a robot 

I'm leanin', I'm leanin' that drink taste like soda pop 

Holiday you got a classic no Reebok 

[Hook: Stuey Rock] 

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[Verse 3: T.I.] 

I got mansions out in them hills 

I count [?] with them mils 

What's quarter mil for that [?] that Bently came with them wheels 

Got big chains with that [?] 

Once on we used to be at one 

Eastside little Vietnam if it's a check out there we finna be at one 

Putting money in the duffel 

Tell the plug he can give me a couple 

Take it back to the trap make it double 

I'm in the game for the love of the hustle 

Nobody out to get money do it better than I 

With a bunch of bad bitches and we traveling high 

I've been the shit since Grove Park Douglass High 

[?] repping the side 

When I'm hanging at the rack quarter [?] on my neck 

Everywhere I go these bitches be on my nuts 

Nah her booty ain't big enough 

You suckas don't do shit big as us 

You don't like me get them millions up 

Otherwise I can't hear you bruh 

I said otherwise I can't hear you bruh 

What'd you say I can't hear you bruh 

[Hook: Stuey Rock]