Artist: 2 Chainz Album: Freebase Song: Flexin' On My Baby Mama Typed by: Cedmaster3K [Intro: 2 Chainz] I said I take care of my kids but I'm flexin' on my baby mama I'm like "Damn, I shoulda wore a condom!" Boom! Boom! Boom! [2 Chainz] My shoes sold out in one day, pull out the blueprint, bumpin' that Gunplay In a Maybach, pockets stay fat, so fly, I could parallel park on a fuckin' runway Goin' down a one way the wrong way (tell 'em) shoot barrel long range (BOW!) Swag like pro ball, gave her a ring, phone call (damn!) Money talk, pole vault, walked in, drove off So comfortable at the dealership, I don't take my robe off I wake up and I get to it, breakfast time I might sea food it Lunchtime I might lamb chop it and you do is talk shit like you was eatin' booty Southside in my bloodstream, smokin' on that propane I could tell ya ass one thing, I like gettin' head wearing both chains All white with no stains, I been trappin' fore the Grammy nods I been countin' money so long, I'ma need a damn hand massage (tru!) So many cars, I can barely park (ERT!) So many cars, I need another damn garage (ERT~!) I'm famous with my fam around, damn I wish I had my dad around Gave a nigga a Lamborghini so that's a motherfuckin' lamb-me-down (ugh!) [Chorus 2X: 2 Chainz] Watch how I'ma kill em for the summer (watch how I kill 'em) Watch how I'ma kill em for the summer (watch how I kill 'em) I'm just flexin' on my baby mama (I'm just flexin', I'm just flexin') I'm just flexin' on my baby mama (I'm just flexin', I'm just flexin') [2 Chainz] Aye, European style my dress code, gunshots in the Club Echo (Echo) Walk around with a .36 with six shots in my .38 Special Black car, black Timbs, Bank of America back then She tryna tell me her life story, and all I want is a lap dance +Good Times+, smokin' J's, rockin' J's, I'm the rap Ernie Barnes (Ernie Barnes) If I paint a canvas it'd be melee, firearms Viacom, maricon, if she bad I invite her home Buyin' chains like I'm buyin' homes; rims taller than Kevin Hart, +Ride Along+ Them rhinestones, you ain't shinin', nigga; I ain't hidin' so you ain't gotta find me, nigga All my clothes are designer, nigga; and my back seat recliner nigga Came in rockin' all gold and I'm fuckin' all y'all hoes Smokin' on that Lee Haney, sippin' on that hard boiled This that get back - click clack, get back Smokin' on raw paper, this ain't zig zags Snakeskin wallpaper, rose gold chandelier I'm lookin' for a baby eater, can I get a volunteer? [Chorus] + [Intro]