Flex'd Out

[Chorus: Chris Travis] I'm flexed out, nigga get your checks out About to hit the mall and buy the whole bitch out Real shit, I don't give a fuck about shit now I don't even wear jewelry, because that shit's out I'm flexed out, nigga get your checks out About to hit the mall and buy the whole bitch out Real shit, I don't give a fuck about shit now I don't even wear jewelry, because that shit's out [Verse 1: Chris Travis] Bitch I'm on the internet and I'm making money YouTube, Google shit, broadband jumping Everybody watching me like they want something Get up off my dick unless your pussy tight and honest Find me down in Memphis, prolly somewhere low-fi Smoking big blunts prolly need two hands to hold it I'm that nigga that you see up in your fucking dreams Red diamonds dancing on me, watch the blood gling [Chorus: Chris Travis] I'm flexed out, nigga get your checks out About to hit the mall and buy the whole bitch out Real shit, I don't give a fuck about shit now I don't even wear jewelry, because that shit's out I'm flexed out, nigga get your checks out About to hit the mall and buy the whole bitch out Real shit, I don't give a fuck about shit now I don't even wear jewelry, because that shit's out [Verse 2: Smug Mang] I-i-i-it is Smug Mang, a.k.a. the Smug God For the north I always been putting on Shout out to the south because it influense me, especially mentally Now it's about the flight from N.Y.C to Italy Flexing on Smug? Boy you kiddery? S-M-U-G, WaterBoyz and Zay-T We do our thang, prolly why your bitch keep on calling me [Chorus: Chris Travis] I'm flexed out, nigga get your checks out About to hit the mall and buy the whole bitch out Real shit, I don't give a fuck about shit now I don't even wear jewelry, because that shit's out I'm flexed out, nigga get your checks out About to hit the mall and buy the whole bitch out Real shit, I don't give a fuck about shit now I don't even wear jewelry, because that shit's out [Verse 3: Black Kray] Ah I'm turnt up, bitch I'm flexed out Tell the south, all your men, bring your bitch out Run them Tecs out, with the gold mouth Broad nigga I'm really smart, can't talk now [?] be on 26 These niggas set, Young Slick Rick 30 gucci chips called UZI clip [Chorus: Chris Travis] I'm flexed out, nigga get your checks out About to hit the mall and buy the whole bitch out Real shit, I don't give a fuck about shit now I don't even wear jewelry, because that shit's out I'm flexed out, nigga get your checks out About to hit the mall and buy the whole bitch out Real shit, I don't give a fuck about shit now I don't even wear jewelry, because that shit's out