Flex

[Chorus: Takeoff] All I do is flex, flex, flex All I do is flex, flex, flex All I do is count up checks, checks, checks All I do is flex, flex, flex All I do is flex, flex, flex All I do is count up checks, checks, checks All I do is flex, flex, flex All I do is count up checks, checks, checks [Verse 1: Offset] I'm flexing like I'm a wrestler 100k spent spent on the Bezel Ice in my ear like chandelier Migo gang, they can't handle us I got a check like I might be famous I'm the shit like a motherfucking anus Finesse talk you don't know the language If you got that pack I might take it Ain't now game when I'm aiming Cut the top like I'm brainless I'm dashing 12 life Dame is Loud pack my fragrance Your bitch always facing Talking bout that stupidness We thumb through a stupid check We might go and cop the 'Vette Offset, Tru Religion Robin denim, yeah I killed 'em Ice on my neck, and it's dripping like its water in it New Bentley, not rented You can't see me cause the window tinted She fuck the team she very friendly Everybody in my team got bitches [Chorus: Takeoff] All I do is flex, flex, flex All I do is flex, flex, flex All I do is count up checks, checks, checks All I do is flex, flex, flex All I do is flex, flex, flex All I do is count up checks, checks, checks All I do is flex, flex, flex All I do is count up checks, checks, checks [Verse 2: Takeoff] Young Takeoff gon' flex, known for getting them checks Known for hitting that lot, known for coppin' them 'Vettes Known for dropping them bands, leaning like kickstands All on the block, article in my hand Some of the bricks be white, some of the bricks be tan Got a plug on that gas, got a plug on them xans Wrap the work in Saran,on the stove with pots and pans Then cool it with the fan, then ship it to Japan Imma show ya'll how to flex, Ya'll don't know the real definition of a flex You ain't whip till the jewelry wrapped up on a chain just cause a young nigga had the check Doing this shit since the age of seven Getting money since the age 11 I'm all about a check and all a nigga do is flex [Chorus: Takeoff] All I do is flex, flex, flex All I do is flex, flex, flex All I do is count up checks, checks, checks All I do is flex, flex, flex All I do is flex, flex, flex All I do is count up checks, checks, checks All I do is flex, flex, flex All I do is count up checks, checks, checks [Verse 3: Quavo] Young ass nigga walking round here flexing Spent 25 on my motherfucking necklace Young ass goons we reckless, Pull up in a Viper Scary like Freddy Kruger, got goons on the roof with a rifle Rolling up extension could somebody pass me a lighter, Got falcons like Roddy no piper I drop the top now I like her Got lil' goons where they gon' stirk ya Got too bad bitches they diking I take my chain off, put it in the crowd, lil' mamas start fighting Pull up and the line is frightening I smash these hoes no wife-ing them Beat the pots and the pans like Ike and them Hit these niggas like Tyson did Pull up in the dark, no light with him Try to copy my swag, thats plagiarism I know snakes with a lot of venom Call CDC for the anti-venom [Chorus: Takeoff] All I do is flex, flex, flex All I do is flex, flex, flex All I do is count up checks, checks, checks All I do is flex, flex, flex All I do is flex, flex, flex All I do is count up checks, checks, checks All I do is flex, flex, flex All I do is count up checks, checks, checks