[Intro] Yeah, uh,(Mustard on the beat) We rollin', we rollin', Gunna back, let’s go. [Verse 1] I’m flexin’ through the city, got the drip on me, Rollin' up the paper, now it’s lit for me, Diamonds on my wrist, they glisten, can’t you see? They watchin’ me move, but they can’t get the key. Whippin’ foreigns, yeah, they lookin’ all clean, I been stackin’ my bread, pockets never lean, Haters tryna hate, but they just in between, I’m takin' my shot, I’m a king, you a queen. I’m slidin’ through the night with a smooth vibe, Every move calculated, no need to hide, Got the bag in my hands, I’m enjoyin’ the ride, In the fast lane, baby, ain’t no need to decide. [Chorus] I’m flexin’ through, flexin’ through, Look at my wrist, that’s what I do, I’m flexin’ through, flexin’ through, I got the bag, and I’m comin’ through. I’m flexin’ through, flexin’ through, Ice on my neck, it’s nothing new, I’m flexin’ through, flexin’ through, Came from the bottom, now I’m pullin' through. [Verse 2] Rollin' in the city with the choppa on deck, You talk all you want, but I ain’t breakin' a sweat, Fell in love with the grind, now I’m makin’ a check, Diamonds on my chain, yeah, they frozen like necks. Drippin’ designer, yeah, it’s never too much, Everything I do, man, I stay with the touch, Money in my pocket, I just double it up, I ain’t gotta talk, but you know I’m the clutch. Runnin’ up the racks while I’m sippin’ on lean, Bad bitch with me, she the baddest I’ve seen, Pull up in the Lambo, we just rollin' real clean, Came up from the bottom, now they all know the team. [Chorus] I’m flexin’ through, flexin’ through, Look at my wrist, that’s what I do, I’m flexin’ through, flexin’ through, I got the bag, and I’m comin’ through. I’m flexin’ through, flexin’ through, Ice on my neck, it’s nothing new, I’m flexin’ through, flexin’ through, Came from the bottom, now I’m pullin' through. [Bridge] I’m flexin’, I’m flexin’, ain’t no turnin' back, Roll up the backwood, I’m relaxin' with that, Chasin’ the money, I’m stayin’ on track, You ain’t in my lane, so stay where you at. [Chorus] I’m flexin’ through, flexin’ through, Look at my wrist, that’s what I do, I’m flexin’ through, flexin’ through, I got the bag, and I’m comin’ through. I’m flexin’ through, flexin’ through, Ice on my neck, it’s nothing new, I’m flexin’ through, flexin’ through, Came from the bottom, now I’m pullin' through. [Outro] Yeah, I’m flexin’ through, Gunna back, you know how we do. Flexin’ through… All the way up.
