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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

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