Flexxin’

[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'