2 Chainz

2 Chainz - Flexin On My Baby Mama

rate me

I say I take care of my kids but I'm flexing on my baby mama

I'm like, "Damn, I should’ve wore a condom"

Boom boom boom

My shoes sold out in one day

Pull out the blueprint pumping that Gunplay

In a Maybach, pockets stay fat

So fly I could parallel park on a fucking runway

Going down a one way the wrong way

Shoot barrel long range, swag like pro ball

Gave her a ring, phone call

Money talk, pole vault

Walked in, drove off

So comfortable at the dealership, I don't take my robe off

I wake up and I get to it

Breakfast time I might sea food it

Lunch time I might lamb chop it

And all you do is talk shit like you eating booty

Southside in my bloodstream

Smoking on that propane

I can tell your ass one thing I like getting head wearing both chains

All white with no stains

I been trapping ‘fore the Grammy nods

I been counting money so long I’mma need a damn hand massage

So many cars I can barely park

So many cars I need another damn garage

I'm famous with my fam around

Damn, I wish I had my dad around

Gave my nigga a Lamborghini so that's a motherfucking lamb-me-down

Watch how I’mma kill ‘em for the summer

Watch how I'mma kill ‘em

Watch how I’mma kill ‘em for the summer

Watch how I'mma kill ‘em

I'm just flexing on my baby mama

I'm just flexing

I'm just flexing on my baby mama

I'm just flexing

Watch how I’mma kill ‘em for the summer

Watch how I'mma kill ‘em

Watch how I’mma kill ‘em for the summer

Watch how I'mma kill ‘em

I'm just flexing on my baby mama

I'm just flexing

I'm just flexing on my baby mama

I'm just flexing

European style, my dress code

Gunshots in the club, echo

Walk around with a .36 with six shots in my .38 Special

Black car, black Timbs

Bank of America back then

She tryna tell me her life story

And all I want is a lap dance

Good times smoking J's, rocking J's

I'm the rap earn it boss

If I paint a canvas it be Melee

Firearms, Viacom, maricón

If she bad I invite her home

Buying chains like I'm buying homes

Rims taller than Kevin Hart’s Ride Along

Them rhinestones, you ain't shining, nigga

I ain't hiding so you ain't gotta find me, nigga

All my clothes are designer, nigga

And my backseat reclining, nigga

Came in rocking all gold

And I’m fucking all y’all hoes

Smoking on that lean Henney

Sipping on that hard boiled

This that get back, click clack get back

Smoking on raw paper, this ain't zigzags

Snakeskin wallpaper, rose gold chandelier

I'm looking for a baby eater

Can I get a volunteer?

Watch how I’mma kill ‘em for the summer

Watch how I'mma kill ‘em

Watch how I’mma kill ‘em for the summer

Watch how I'mma kill ‘em

I'm just flexing on my baby mama

I'm just flexing

I'm just flexing on my baby mama

I'm just flexing

Watch how I’mma kill ‘em for the summer

Watch how I'mma kill ‘em

Watch how I’mma kill ‘em for the summer

Watch how I'mma kill ‘em

I'm just flexing on my baby mama

I'm just flexing

I'm just flexing on my baby mama

I'm just flexing

I say I take care of my kids but I’m flexing on my baby mama

I'm like, "Damn, I should’ve wore a condom"

Boom boom boom

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