Mr Flex Man - Intellectual

[Chorus]

Call me Mr. Flex Man, Mr. Check Man

You'll be D-A-S, man, walking dead man

I'm a walking lick, man, don't dare lick, man

Yo gon' leash a fix, man, that shit tickin'

What me and my bitch in, Christian Louboutins

Ho this a coupe tan, you can't swoop in

Yes I am a rude man, bitch, excuse me

I hit Saks Fifth and I blew ten

I can't be your boo, bitch, I want blue strips

I'ma be awful loose here, you should lose him

That boy chain is fool's gold, who fufu man?

Walk 'round town with these hoes, and you hoes be movin'

You walk like the dopeman, talk like the dopeman

He look like the dopeman, bitch, I'm the dopeman

2K for a show, man, bitch, watch me go in

We can't bring them poles in, then we don't go in

Them boys on the low and be pistol totin'

Them boys up on your end be dick holding

I ain't with that romance, bitch, we can't hold hands

Bitch, she gon' bring that load in, I still won't stroke down

Walkin' like an old man, I poured a four in