[Verse 1: Project Pat]

Mane I'm rollin' through the city on these forgiato skinnies

Chiefing bubble gum loud with a pint of that henny

Haters I got plenty, bitches lookin' breaking they necks

I got TV Johnny gold on my neck, so I flex

Got this pretty yellow bone wanna take me on a date

'Cause her nigga at the crib, he keep on coming in late

That's your bitch need to get her 'cause I hate to have to drop her

Zero tolerance for niggas wanna trip about a bopper

Couldn't stop her, if you wanted to, hoe gon' be a hoe

She would never leave this pimpin' if you payed her to go

I'm just ridin' makin' plays, gettin' bread off the scale

Blow this loud in your face, mayne, you lames can go to hell

[Hook]

I'm flexin' so hard in the street, they call me Flexington

Flexington, Flexington, Flexington, Flexington

I'm flexin' too hard in the street, they call me Flexington

Flexington, Flexington, Flexington, Flexington

[Verse 2: Project Pat]

I just sold me a quarter pack, blowin' on a quarter sack

You other niggas speak these lies, Project Pat just spit the facts

Turnin' hundreds into racks, chrome on the Cadillac

Your bitch done set out the dome, let me hit it from the back

If I'm flapped police a be wasting they time

Need to be somewhere doing the job out here solving the crime

No more time for a player, I'm just getting to the biz-a-ness

Catch me on Rodeo in L.A. spending grizz-a-ness

OG got my mind spin-ni-nin', I'm just grin-ni-nin'

Laughing at you losers money train game win-ni-nin'

I'm from Tennessee, but I got homies in Lexington

Who got them foreign rides just like me, Flexington

[Hook]

I'm flexin' so hard in the street, they call me Flexington

Flexington, Flexington, Flexington, Flexington

I'm flexin' too hard in the street, they call me Flexington

Flexington, Flexington, Flexington, Flexington