Flexin - Soulja Boy, Feby

Who?\nLife After Fame\nI’m in the buildin'\nSoulja, we back on\nDatNxgga2Deezy\nThis nigga, he flexin'\nI put his condo on my necklace\nI’m young and I’m reckless\nI always be flexin'\nThis nigga, he flexin'\nPut his condo on my necklace\nYeah, I’m young and reckless\nAnd I’m always flexin'\nThis nigga, he flexin'\nPut his condo on my necklace\nPut a salary on my pinky\nI’m blowin' kush and it stinky\nI got loud pack in a Bentley\nI’ve been trappin' since elementary\nI’ve been trappin' and I’ve been smokin'\nI’m ridin', third eye open\nHe flexin' and he know it\nIf he had it, he woulda showed it\nHe flexin' and he know it\n'Cause if he had it, he woulda showed it\nThis nigga right here flexin'\nPut his condo on my necklace\nI’m young and I’m reckless\nI always be flexin'\nThis nigga here flexin'\nPut his condo on my necklace\nI’m young and I’m reckless\nAnd I’m always flexin'\nPut yo' girlfriend on my guest list\nI ride a Maserati, you ride a Lexus\nIt ain’t nothin' to a young superstar\nI be gettin' cash, swag on Mars\nIt ain’t nothin' to a young trap star\nI pull up in a NASCAR\nI leave out in a fast car\nI’m blowin' kush 'til the last jar\nI’m outer space, these niggas fake\nWe gettin' cake, we gettin' cake\nThat money what we always chase\nAnd Stacks on Deck, tell 'em out this bitch\nThis nigga right here flexin'\nPut his condo on my necklace\nI’m young and I’m reckless\nI always be flexin'\nThis nigga here flexin'\nPut his condo on my necklace\nI’m young and I’m reckless\nAnd I’m always flexin'\nGone