Flexxin’

Lyrics

[Intro] Crying, moaning, just can't wait 'til morning Waited too long Finally, you've come along Baby love Explain yourself, baby girl Lay it out (Lay it out, lay it out) I'm at the club takin' on the wall seven days a week I need your body next to mine Can't ignore things [Chorus: Kris Kelli] Flexin', half a brick on my necklace All di girl dem report to me in my section You can't flex in my section Kris Kelli from the block, you know she be flexin' With Nephy from Texas Just bring a couple bottles and you can come check in Hell yeah, we be flexin', hell yeah, we be flexin' [Verse 1: Nephew Texas Boy] 458, feel like 500 horses runnin' Diamonds on my neck like I left the water runnin' I'm not Birdman but I'm the number one stunner Trapper of the year, five straight summers Five black Hummers worth three commas Whet the robbers' appetites, I guess I'm they come-up Beat the Pyrex so hard I damn near broke my finger Went from fuckin' strippers to R&B singers (Flexin', flexin') [Pre-Chorus: Nephew Texas Boy] Went from runnin' off from Mexicans to diamonds in my bracelet (Flexin', flexin') Yacht-Master on my arm, feel like the beach is chasin' me (Flexin', flexin') I hate you niggas too, and I say that shit gracefully (Flexin', flexin') 500 pounds in the house, baby mother still pray for me [Chorus: Kris Kelli] Flexin', half a brick on my necklace All di girl dem report to me in my section You can't flex in my section Kris Kelli from the block, you know she be flexin' With Nephy from Texas Just bring a couple bottles and you can come check in Hell yeah, we be flexin', hell yeah, we be flexin' [Verse 2: Nephew Texas Boy] Someone tell the waitress bring me more liquor Ten thousand dollars every time my diamonds flicker Treat you like a mailing stamp, I just want to lick her Twenty pounds of kush, UPS deliver I'm the hottest in Atlanta streets to say the least You can ask your girl about me Put ice in my Cuban link like Easter pink Pay cash for my whips, no need to lease (Come on), yeah (Flexin', flexin', flexin') [Pre-Chorus: Nephew Texas Boy] I got diamonds in my ear and Versace for my frames (Flexin', flexin') When I walk in the club all the ladies say my name like (Nephy, flexin', flexin') I'm a pimp by blood, not relations, uh (Flexin', flexin') Nephy don't chase them, he replace them, uh [Chorus: Kris Kelli] Flexin', half a brick on my necklace All di girl dem report to me in my section You can't flex in my section Kris Kelli from the block, you know she be flexin' With Nephy from Texas Just bring a couple bottles and you can come check in Hell yeah, we be flexin', hell yeah, we be flexin'