(Verse 1 – Lil Wayne)
I’m too sexy for your s**t
I don’t take flexing from no bi**h, oh no bi**h
And my new bi**h don’t give me no lip
And when she do, she give me bowl flips, she ride it like a road trip
I got you on your mad s**t so now you doing mad s**t
I’m subtracting ratchets, I’m outchea doing math
Bi**h, you ratchet on your best day, f**king for a check face
Outchea leaking sex tapes, why you tryna flex, babe?
(Chorus – 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
Flexing, flexing, flexing, flexing, yeah
Flexing, flexing, flexing, flexing, oh
Flexing, flexing, yeah, flexing, flexing, yeah
Flexing, flexing, flexing, flexing, oh
(Verse 2 – Quavo)
F**ked 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!
Hoodini do magic, my money stretch like elastic, Hoodini, yeah!
All of my b**hes be bad, 50% up on plastic, bad, plastic
No I’m not going out sad, came from the fire like a dragon, no, fire
I put them birds on the wagon, damn, your bi**h be ratchet, brrrr, damn!
All of my bi**hes be bad, all of my bi**hes the baddest, yeah, damn!
(Chorus – 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
Flexing, flexing, flexing, flexing, oh, yeah
Flexing, flexing, flexing, flexing, oh
Flexing, flexing, yeah, flexing, flexing, yeah
Flexing, flexing, flexing, flexing, oh
(Verse 3 – Gudda Gudda & HoodyBaby)
Should have f**ked you and cut you right up like a knife
Like all of my homies say you wasn’t right
Like all of these bi**hes wanna f**k with a Crip
All in my kitchen, they loving my whip
All of these bi**hes wanna f**k with a real one
All of these bi**hes wanna f**k with a thug
All of these bi**hes wanna f**k with lil Gudda
I show em the d**k and I show em no love
I ain’t tripping, bi**h, I’m chilling, 30 hoes in the villa
Got a Ghost and a Wraith, call me Ghost Wraith killer
Call me Ghostface Killah, cash rules everything around me
I was a real ni**a when you found me, I f**k em then I get em from around me, go
(Verse 4 – 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 f**ked it up you know
Ain’t no text backs so you know it’s real, yeah
Like yeah
(Chorus – 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
Flexing, flexing, flexing, flexing, oh, yeah
Flexing, flexing, oh, flexing, flexing, oh
Flexing, flexing, yeah, flexing, flexing, yeah
Flexing, flexing, flexing, flexing, oh
