DucK my Ex

Lyrics

[Intro] (Got it on smash) [Chorus: Tory Lanez] Tryna duck my ex Count a hundred checks (Ooh-wee) Tonight I'ma flex, ah (Oh yeah) Rollie, no Patek (Ooh-wee) Give me the baguettes (Ooh-wee) And my .40 and the TEC, oh (Yeah, yeah) Tryna duck my ex (Ooh-wee) Then what's comin' next? (Ooh-wee) I just wanna flex, oh yeah (Oh yeah) Tryna duck my ex (Oh yeah) Count a hundred checks I just wanna flex, oh yeah [Verse 1: Tory Lanez] In here, toasted up I'ma take a single pic and I'ma post it up, oh yeah Single for the night and the night lookin' young She throw it to me right anytime you make it jump, jump Throw it to me, throw it to me Bust it like you knew you owed it to me I found a new shawty and she better with the sex Shout-out everybody in here doin' better than they ex, oh [Chorus: Tory Lanez] Tryna duck my ex Count a hundred checks (Ooh-wee) Tonight I'ma flex, ah (Oh yeah) Rollie, no Patek (Ooh-wee) Give me the baguettes (Ooh-wee) And my .40 and the TEC, oh (Yeah, yeah) Tryna duck my ex (Ooh-wee) Then what's comin' next? (Ooh-wee) I just wanna flex, oh yeah (Oh yeah) Tryna duck my ex (Oh yeah) Count a hundred checks I just wanna flex, oh yeah [Verse 2: Chris Brown] Huh, don't get in my way, get in my way now Don't you go out your way on your way down Don't gotta be partyin' tryna keep up Just don't look for me, end of story It's the major leagues, I swing my dick like batter up I stay creepin', hit it out the park With your best friend and we fuckin' in my 'Rari Know a nigga petty, I'm not sayin' sorry I'm just countin' checks, tryna flex, you know [Chorus: Tory Lanez, Chris Brown, 2 Chainz] Tryna duck my ex Count a hundred checks (Ooh-wee) Tonight I'ma flex, ah (Oh yeah) Rollie, no Patek (Ooh-wee) Give me the baguettes (Oowee) And my .40 and the TEC, oh (Yeah, yeah) Tryna duck my ex (Ooh-wee) Then what's comin' next? (Ooh-wee) I just wanna flex, oh yeah (Oh yeah) Tryna duck my ex (Oh yeah) Count a hundred checks I just wanna flex, oh yeah (Yeah) [Verse 3: 2 Chainz] I go hard, erect Surrounded in baguettes My life need a set A director and a soundtrack Sippin' on some Malbec Where you get that style from? Let me get my style back Never been camera shy Mug shots, no Clayton High 'Tato on the barrel, turn your ass to potato pie Favorite letter in the alphabet a G (G) My favorite rapper that I wanna see is me You can't compete I'm out your league Check your receipt The dick ain't free, yeah Okay, on my fourth Patek I'm stuntin' on my ex Give her everything except another chance and respect, yeah [Chorus: Tory Lanez, 2 Chainz] Tryna duck my ex Count a hundred checks (2 Chainz) Tonight I'ma flex, ah Rollie, no Patek Give me the baguettes And my .40 and the TEC, oh Tryna duck my ex Then what's comin' next? I just wanna flex, oh yeah Tryna duck my ex Count a hundred checks I just wanna flex, oh yeah